Sometimes.

Sometimes I miss those times. I miss the girl I was. Actually I'm still the same, except that now I'm covered by an invisible iron shell. Now I'm stronger, there are just a few things which can hurt me and just a few people who I care about. Actually what I miss is the freedom of the party nights, the disregard. I don't regret any of my acts, I did what I thought that was correct. Even if I hurt someone. I'll keep making my way. I'll just live my life how I wanted to.
~Chloe~