I don’t know what to do.

I never know what to do. That line is overused in my life. So, so overused. I’m supposed to be the mature one. The grown up, intelligent daughter whom no one notices. I’m too quiet, that’s why they don’t notice me. I’m too quiet, and too grown up. I grew up in fifth grade, when I tried so hard to impress people that being mature took over my life.

I want to go back to days spent with friends and laughing at jokes that didn’t end in someone saying “that’s what she said.â€? I miss the days when I actually had fun with my best friends. I miss when I told my parents everything and when they didn’t drink too much. I miss when my friends cared about me. I miss when I didn’t talk to boys and I miss when I wasn’t so self conscious.

I wish I could go back in time and never have to deal with any of this. I wish I could I hug my Mom and not feel guilty about being around.wish I could have better friends. I wish I could change everything. I wish I had someone to love me back.

Somebody miss me?