Journal: I Miss Her...

I miss someone who used to be so confident, independent and genuinely happy with herself.
I miss how she stood firm on being alone without even caring that the whole world walks out on her.
I miss the way she picks up the pieces after every fall and have a good hearty laugh at her worries.
I miss her punky attitude and mantra in life that she doesn't need a man to make her feel beautiful,
to make her smile from ear to ear and to validate herself that she truly matters.

How much I simply miss my old self... the real beyee...

I never thought living a lie that you're okay could be so difficult.

And it's taking a toll on my whole being.

I'm dead tired.


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bey
11.25.10
06:58 P.M.