I don't want to be here. I miss summer too much. And Christa and writing and thinking and caring about all the right things. I miss being unpopular and kind, and everyone's best friend. I miss being a MOlly Mormon that didn't know anything about the world. I miss creating my own problems. I miss simplicity. I miss thinking I'm fat when I'm a size six. I miss BEING a size six. I miss having unruly hair. I miss breing woken up by my dad's snore. I miss the warmth. I miss not feeling naked around boys. I miss finding it amazing when people like me. But most of all I miss my happiness.