If I could just turn on the little thing in my head that tells me what not to do, I'd be set.
It's been turned on for me out of sudden shock. I wish it had happened years ago, I wish that all that I had ever done is retained that extreme sense of right and wrong that used to taunt me so when I was young. Swearing used to give me a panic attack. My mistake was challenging my conscience. My mistake was erasing it completely. And although I regret so much in my life, I love where it led me. But that will never change the fact that I have hurt so many, and those ghosts prey upon me nightly. I wish I could take it all back. I wish I had been a better person.

I miss Calma's morbid sense of humor.
I miss Jes' kindness.
I miss Jill's friendship.
I miss Ben's freakouts.
I miss perogies.
I miss Raven's randomness.
I miss Bettie's logic.
I miss Raffy's music.
I miss Cheely's blond moments.
I miss Pokie's confused stare.
I miss Dedles' agreement.
I miss Nikki's hyper laugh.
I miss Jesse's idiotic rambling.