I look back and I see a time
When I was full of joy.
When I look back, I think,
The person I used to be was so fun;
She was so full of life.
She was passionate.
She was hardworking.
She was loved.
I miss her very much.

I look back, and I see the person I used to be
Before anxiety became such a burden.
She did a lot of stupid things, and she got sad and upset sometimes,
And she didn't realize it, but
She was happy.
She didn't feel very happy,
But now I only pray that I can somehow feel
Even a bit of the happiness that she possessed.

I want to be happy again.
I want to be the person I was last summer;
The person who wasn't afraid that the people she loved would leave at any moment;
The person whose mind wasn't haunted by frightening thoughts.
She was such a nice, happy girl.
I wish I could be more like her nowadays.

How did I change so much?
How did I come to be such a wretch?
How did I become such a loathsome person?
God, I just want to be happy again.