This is who I used to be:
I miss being like that. I'm not sure what it is that I miss but I know part of me wishes I hadn't grown out of that. I miss the boys. I miss my friends. I miss the crazy nights we'd spend raising hell and doing things we'd regret. I miss feeling so free and yet so trapped. I wanted so badly to be the girl I am today and now that I'm there, I feel this intense nostalgia for that stranger I used to be. Strange how we always want what we think we can't have.
i think i know what you mean. sometimes i miss my innocence, sometimes i wish i could just grow up. :)
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