Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Day Twenty-Eight: Something I Miss

I miss my life...
I miss being able to actually participate in fun things, doing the things I love, and being myself.
I miss going to the beach, sitting in the sun, and just letting everything go.
I miss my sister, and will probably miss her more when she leaves on her
mission.
I miss my home and the memories in it.
I miss my old neighborhood and the fact that I could walk/run outside and say Hi to everyone.
I miss having my own room and doing what I want with it.
I miss doing my own thing and no one giving me crap for it.
I miss feeling loved by a few people.
I miss having time to read, do laundry, clean my room, and lounge around.
I miss the way my family used to be...
I miss soccer
I miss a lot of things about my life but like I'm always told... Get Over it.
Life sucks sometimes but no one really, truly cares. So I suck it up and dance in the rain :)


1 comment:

Kara Staples said...

I usually hate it when people say "get over it." because everyone has their own individual way to "get over things" Usually, it's people older than you...who have been in your shoes and have bigger issues to deal with.

Sorry for their inconsiderate attention {and mine.}

As I was coming out of the dressing rooms at the temple today, I ran into the young women of Grandview 2nd ward with the bishop. They miss you and say hi, by the way. :) Oh--and next Thursday, you should actually come with me...because Grandpa works in the baptistery and he gives amazing hugs.

You won't miss me that much. Trust me. And if you do...you'll just have to write me real snail mail.