//Don't wanna go out and be on my own//
i really miss::
Pickle.
Dandy.
being a "kid".
having time for people I care about.
having only one job.
the close relationship me and Erin had before we 'grew up'.
singing to people.
being a size 8.
walking down the shore line at that private beach on our resort in hawaii.
being normal.
hanging out with my family and enjoying it.
feeling truly happy.
my long, dark hair.
not knowing about all the things i do now.
my innocence.
believing in myself.
snowboarding.
my childhood.
speaking italian.
having someone to care about more than myself. and call my own.
being called a 'nice young lady'.
the hugs my dad used to give me every day when he got home.
being trusted by my parents.
being tucked in at night.
not having to worry about paying the "bills" every month.
going to summer camp every summer in Georgia.
being small enough to sit in daddy's lap.
kissing.
sleeping in.
going to church every sunday w/ my family.
sitting on pews instead of plastic chairs in church.
having money.
neon bowling on friday nights.
cruisin the boulevard w/ julia.
the simplicity of high school.
not being able to buy porn/cigarettes.....
and i'm sure there are plenty of other things i can think of. but it only makes me even more sad thinking about it....<<33
Pickle.
Dandy.
being a "kid".
having time for people I care about.
having only one job.
the close relationship me and Erin had before we 'grew up'.
singing to people.
being a size 8.
walking down the shore line at that private beach on our resort in hawaii.
being normal.
hanging out with my family and enjoying it.
feeling truly happy.
my long, dark hair.
not knowing about all the things i do now.
my innocence.
believing in myself.
snowboarding.
my childhood.
speaking italian.
having someone to care about more than myself. and call my own.
being called a 'nice young lady'.
the hugs my dad used to give me every day when he got home.
being trusted by my parents.
being tucked in at night.
not having to worry about paying the "bills" every month.
going to summer camp every summer in Georgia.
being small enough to sit in daddy's lap.
kissing.
sleeping in.
going to church every sunday w/ my family.
sitting on pews instead of plastic chairs in church.
having money.
neon bowling on friday nights.
cruisin the boulevard w/ julia.
the simplicity of high school.
not being able to buy porn/cigarettes.....
and i'm sure there are plenty of other things i can think of. but it only makes me even more sad thinking about it....<<33