I miss* being the type of guy I was
I miss being WHO I was
I miss that happiness, that joyous emotion
I miss being happy-go-lucky with everything
I miss being an optimist
I miss the pain my cheeks felt from always smiling, always laughing
I miss being free, stress free and worry free
I miss being a kid
I miss having an excuse to be who I was
I miss waking up, feeling better the next morning
I miss my sense of humour
I miss how easy everything was
I miss making others happy
I miss** *me. . .
Depression. . . *******