- good friends. Like way back in the day, freshman and sophomore year. My friends felt more like family. But I guess they weren’t really true friends or we’d be friends still.
- not knowing the truth. I was really never it and it hurts like hell to know that. I was just the in-between girl. I let go completely and was entirely let down, over and over again. I was stupid, but at least I was happy.
- home. I hate moving. I hate not feeling safe. I miss when it
was just me and mom.
- summer 08. Because last
summer, being happy wasn’t so
To be continued.