• A person called “me”

    by  • February 10, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Yearning • 2 Comments

    I miss me. I miss how oblivious i was to everyone around me. I miss laughing at stupid things with my friends, and wearing almost no make up and still feeling pretty. I miss feeling confident enough to do anything i wanted to do without thinking twice about it. I miss how happy i was, and how i honestly didn’t care what people thought about me. I miss when i didn’t let the bad things people said about me get in the way of who i truly was. I miss how nice and open i was to everyone new i met. I miss wearing sweats and sweatshirts to school, and not worrying about if i wore sweats too much. I miss when i didn’t have to try to impress people. I miss walking down the hallways and not thinking about if my hair looked okay, or if i had something on my butt. I miss saying things how i wanted to say them, when i wanted to say them. I miss talking to people and not gossiping. I miss long talks on the phone about nothing at all, instead of talks about who is mad at who. I miss when people didn’t judge you on what they have heard. I miss when mistakes were okay, and second chances were granted. I miss singing to fun, upbeat songs instead of depressing thinking songs. I miss eating so much that i could pass as a pig. I miss trying so hard in school because i wanted to learn. I miss feeling special. I miss when friends hung out and didn’t drink, smoke, or do drugs. I miss wanting to help the whole world with every single problem. I miss reading books that gave me hope about love, and having time to read them. I miss being able to trust every person in the world, thinking know one could possibly do me wrong. I miss my faith that has grown weaker over the years. i miss letting my hair go natural and not caring. I miss schoolwork being easy, and getting easy A’s. I miss those nights that i thought i would never forget. I miss those dead silent moments on beautiful days where you keep thinking “wow, life is great” instead of making you think about how your life sucks. I miss the person i thought i would be right now, and the person i was. I miss being me. I miss that more than any person, thing, or place. Let me go back.

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    2 Responses to A person called “me”

    1. Jamilaa
      February 11, 2012 at 9:45 am

      Dude I feel the same way. My favorite memories are all in grade school and all during lunch and recess. (:


    2. miss you too
      February 11, 2012 at 2:05 pm

      You know for sure what’s best. For me, it’s wise for me to find out where i made a wrong turn so to avoid repeat in future.



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