May 2016
Scrolling down the colored screen
As if your life was better than mine
I miss . . .
I wish . . .
I ache inside
not for the return of another time
but for the people I've left behind
As if your life was better than mine
I miss . . .
I wish . . .
I ache inside
not for the return of another time
but for the people I've left behind
If I wasn't sick . . . I would have stayed, maybe, at college another year, studying farming, but maybe not. It's a terrible thing to have to choose between your friends and your family. I'm glad I chose my family, but I miss my friends
