I Still Miss it...

July 28^th, 2009

I Wanted to Tell you, I Miss it.

All of these songs flood my mind with memories of the past; memories that make my whole body shake. I can't believe the things I've done, and where I am at now. I never did anything wrong, but my memories break me down into what looks like an abused child, quivering in the corner. Everyone who is anyone will tell me to stop listening, to stop beating myself up over the past.

I cannot help myself. It's like an addiction. I'm scared to remember, but I need to.

I miss myself.

I miss the one who knew me best.{I miss you too!}