I miss home I miss my friends I miss the dogs I miss my family I miss when Ben didn't want to disappoint me I miss being adored I miss feeling sensual and confident I miss playing I miss school and being young I miss being naive and innocent I miss arts festival I miss singing I miss people loving me I miss feeling proud I miss my house thats not mine I miss my dad sometimes I miss the motorbike I miss the polo I miss music and the way it made me feel I miss my home Mainly my home and security Why do I love so much and never get it in return? Why am I so selfish that loving people isn't enough for me without feeling that love back Is that selfish? I just always seem to be the one who gets hurt











