BrOk3nH3aRt

You know, I really miss Richland. Honestly I think would give nearly anything and everything to live there. I miss summer, I miss school, and I miss my home. I miss hanging out with Ashlyn, and Chris, and Anton. I miss movies. I miss sleepovers and pulling all nighters 2 or three nights in a row. I miss drawing on Chris while he's asleep on the couch because he is so damn bored. I miss middle school, where none of us fit in and we sat by ourselves. I miss not having licenses and we had to walk everywhere. I miss the time when we got kicked out of the mall and almost got arrested I miss when Chris and Anton sneaking out to come to my

I cried for an hour strait. I have this box, sort of like a hope chest. I have all my notes and birthday cards and pictures in it. There is this letter, from Ashlyn. She wrote it to me last summer, on the last day that I was there. She made me promise not to read it until I had left; so I didn't. Everytime I'm missing home, I look through that box. Picture by picture, letter by letter. I stared at that letter for an hour last night. That, and a picture of me and Ash from christmas. It was a relief, to be honest.

When you find yourself so deep into the darkness, you're only gonna find the light in one place; your heart.