it’s so easy to say ‘i miss that’, ‘i miss these times’, ‘i miss these people’.
or maybe it’s not.
maybe it takes a long time to realize and accept the fact that you actually, somewhere deep inside, feel that you are missing something. i miss high school. i miss france and moscow. i miss my friends. i miss last summer holiday. i miss any other summer holiday but i surely won’t miss the last three months. it’s just been the hardest time for me and everyone else around.
oh how i hate mornings. i won’t miss these mornings.
and i do miss myself. the time when i was smiling and loving life, music and food.
how much i miss myself.
i miss thinking about what i wanted to think about.
i miss peace and freedom and happiness. and music and this life full of love and passion.
i miss my life. and from now on, i promise myself to do everything to recover. and i’m writing this on my tumblr but fuck this shit, i’m so proud of myself.
a, i’m gonna kick your stupid ass.