I miss my innocence, my idealism, I miss the days when I could say "I wont do that again" and it held true. I miss days when I was closer to God and it seemed like less of a challenge to be that way. I miss most of all a purer mind and heart and body than I now have.
I like Laura, love writing. It does make me feel better, and it helps me express in a much more eloquent manner.
I also miss when I could yell insanely to my friends about my problems and have them yell back in return. When those problems were all things that I could yell about.
I miss yelling, and the bridge, and a quiet cool, familiar coffee house off of east main.
Honestly, I can't do a whole hell of a lot about most of these things, but some I can. And I plan to.
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