You know what? I miss it. I miss my life. I miss the way it used to be. When I had plenty of friends who would do anything for me, and when I had a good, functional family, and when I had no issues, no depression. When I wasn't so bitter and antisocial. I was just a good person, with a good, happy life. I miss having something to look forward to in the morning. I am just, tired of the emptiness I feel inside. And I'm really, really, unhappy. I miss when all my worries were pointless boy drama and school. I miss when I wasn't so tired and emotionally drained all the time. But I am. And I can't really do anything about it, other than hope things will actually change. I miss when I wasn't hated and when I actually did have good friends. When someone cared and I wasn't all alone, which I really am. And no matter what I do, things don't really change. They never do. I miss all of it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
if you read that, well, I love you.
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