Some days, I miss my family. I wish that I could just go knock on their door and say, "Hey, I miss you. How have you been? I'm finally getting my life together and I hope you're proud of me because that's all I want."

I miss my cat. I've grown up with him since the age of four and I've never spent this long away from him. All I get to see is pictures every couple of weeks. I don't get to hold him or hear him and I just don't want him to forget me.

I miss my sister. The one who raised me. She taught me right from wrong, how to make sure that I was safe, how to cook, how to smoke without coughing my lungs out. Sure, I'll always have a tattoo to remember her by, but it would be nice to see her every once in a while too.

I miss my boyfriend. I feel so much better when he's near. I'll see him sooner than the others but I still appreciate everything he does for me. I can't wait for him to come home.

I miss myself. Sometimes I lose myself in the chaos of life and I forget the things most important to me. I have a new family that treats me as if I were their own child. I have friends and even old family that love me and care about me even with little contact.

Although I miss parts of my past, I still would not have it any other way. I have grown from what has packed me into the ground and I am blooming into something great.