things I miss.

I miss Shakespeare. I miss reading him, and reciting him. I miss feeling the English language like I've never felt it before.

I miss getting good morning texts. I used to get them a lot from a certain person, but I don't anymore. It's ok. I don't really need them. But they were nice sometimes.

I miss Jon. He's been in Austria for awhile now. I miss talking to him about things. I wrote him a letter today.

I miss being busy with schoolwork. I miss school. I miss sharpened pencils and the way it feels to open a crisp, new notebook and write on the first page.

shoved to the side

This week, despite its happy beginning, did not end so well. I'm not sure how, or why it happened that way. I've been trying to ignore it; trying to shunt it to the side and pretend that it doesn't matter, or that I don't really care that much about it, but ever reliable, the uneasiness and discontent comes back to gnaw at me, lurking in the back of my mind. Ah. I didn't want this post to be negative. So many things are happy in my life! The weather is perfect, the Christmas music is on, and I have the best family and friends in the world. And yet, the melancholy feeling continues, and I tell people,