Thursday, 29 September 2011

When missing you wasn’t an option, it became a part of life


I miss the times when I was carefree. And worry free. I have so much to think about and I have so much stress. 

I miss the times when I felt secure, at home. But now it feels like I'm out on my own, no one to turn to, no one to confide in. My parents won't bother or even try to understand. I can contact my friends by FB or Skype but I want that feeling that they're there. The warmth. Their presence. Their sound. Not just their words or picture. 

I miss the times when I could actually laugh at something. Like tears-of-happiness-slash-OMG-that-is-so-damn-hilarious-slash-everything's-going-to-be-okay laugh. I don't laugh anymore, much rather smile. 

I miss my friends. My RE teacher asked about my friends and I felt like my heart stopped and my brain was filled with memories instantly. I didn't know where to start.

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