I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2 a.m, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February.I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen.
I miss the girl that made everyone happy and didn't self-harm, wasn't suicidal. I miss the girl that had tons of friends. I miss the girl that didn't need cheering up because she was always happy. I miss the girl who used to be me.