... some days you're the hydrant*

... some days you're the hydrant*

i miss being called beautiful...

                            i miss feeling beautiful.

i miss being strong and athletic and independent.

i miss being the trouble maker that wasn't afraid to have fun...

                              i miss having fun.

I miss being witty and tough and carefree...

i miss the days when there was nothing i couldn't conquer... nothing i couldn't have or overcome.

i miss dreaming of good things to come....

                              i miss dreaming.

i miss being the life of the party... the girl that everyone turned to for a laugh.

                              i miss the laughs.

i miss feeling giddy and flirty and boy crazy...

i miss the late night girl talks with my best friends...

                               i miss my friends.

i miss never being afraid of making a fool of myself or going any distance just to help someone feel better.

i miss having feelings about anything at all.

i miss myself.

Originally published on my myspace blog on the given date*