Nothing is what it seems to be.

Found some entries I wrote five years ago when I went through some stuff. It's kinda cute how the thought of homeworks and a long day at school makes you go "AAAAAAAAAAAA!". For some reason I thought I was the same person as then, but when I read through some of them I realised that I probably just look the same. Or maybe the things that meant so much back then means so little now... Maybe I just grew up somewhere along the way without really noticing it myself... I think I've become more serious over these years. I suppose that's what happens when you grow up. Things become funny in a different way, annoying in another way and I can't remember how it used to be. Maybe I'm just having a down-day. Maybe I am less serious normally. Or maybe I'll end up not understanding these entries in ten years time...