Heart, we will try.

It's funny. How different she felt from a month ago. She left home, bright-eyed and eager, only to reach a stage now where she wonders if it's possible for her maturity to regress. It's strange, she thought, how she had always defined herself by the things and people around her, and still lacked any clear idea of herself. But here, she gives herself unnecessary leeway, and allows herself to swept up for the sake of it. She misses her silly friends, and her silly family, which sometimes provokes her into being someone she is not. Childish and shallow. But maybe that's who she really is under it all.