I miss Seattle. I miss the Seattle people. I miss the skyline. I miss my friends who I could relate to. I miss people who listened to like music. People who played the same video games. I miss the pub I used to hang out at. I miss having friendly faces who knew me.
I’m really homesick. Sitting here, in my house, alone on a Friday night. I’m really homesick.
This town is just too small. There are too many “Good Ole Boys.” I don’t feel like I’m going to go anywhere, or accomplish anything.
I miss feeling ok with myself. I miss feeling beautiful. I miss feeling like I was something, anything. I miss having a supportive group of friends. I miss being creative.
I am tired of sacrificing myself so that someone else doesn’t freak out or have a tantrum. I am tired of being the only responsible one. I am tired of letting my dreams go, so he’s ok with himself.
I miss me.
I miss being happy.