I miss me. The old me. The kind, caring, loving, goofy me. The me who went out her way to be a friend. Before I discovered what fake friends really were. The me who would stay up all night listening to someone vent about the same old stuff because I didn't want them to be alone. The extroverted me who lived life like it was my last day here. Before I found out that some people don't like me. The me i was before I knew what heartbreak this world can bring.