The Art Of Missing.

I miss the way I used to wake up in the morning, and the only thing I had to worry about was what I was doing at recess with my best friend.

I miss the kindergarten days, where I could nap, and express myself with finger art, and share my cookies and milk.

I miss the days where no one cared what you looked like, as long as you were nice.

I miss the days when I would go to the park and smile at the ducks that flew around me.

I miss my childhood friends, the ones I never got a chance to say how much I loved them, and how much I need them now.

I miss my childhood crush, the one I went to the movies with, and used to smile and laugh at the things that happened around us.
(I miss you Aaron S.)

I miss the day used said if we never saw each other again during that time, someday we would meet again when we were older.

I miss the cartoons that came on, and on saturdays I went crazy because I couldn't decide what I wanted to watch more.

I miss when MTV's Daria used to come on, and it wasn't so sexual and all the unrealistic crap like The Hills.

I miss the days where in school you had parties for all kinds occasions. I miss buying valentines and sticking them in my friend's decorated shoe boxes.

I miss the days when I didn't cry over heartbreak, it was because I fell and scraped my knee.

I miss the days when my looks weren't important and drama was not in my vocabulary.

I miss the days when I would use dance around everywhere I went like I was the coolest thing in the world. The way my hair used to twirl as I did so.

I also miss the small things in my life that completed, and how good life used to before all the media and drama.

I may miss alot of things, but I know it's going to get better. So one day, I could come back to this and realize, I never really missed this...