This week has made me think of things i miss
I miss camp and how the world worked there
I miss Jo
I miss screaming out loud singing in the car with him
I miss conquering things i thought i couldn't
I'm missing my drive
What in the bloody name of all that is blue has happened to me lately?
I'm not living I'm just being.
I'm tired of it, oh well i'm too drained to do anything stupid period.
(no speel check was completed on this piece, no proofread, nothing)