Micayla Glennie

And now here I am, 4 hours away from my family, even further away from my friends, and all I want is to hug my mom. Part of me wants to go out West, part of me wants to say screw it and move to Canada, and part of me wants to just move back home. I think this homesick feeling is just a temporary feeling that I’ll just have to deal with. I’ll never not miss the people I love, but I can’t let that stop me from living my life.

I was in sixth grade when I first felt the feeling of loss, went to my first funeral, my first viewing, the first time I ever felt what it was like to grieve. Not that either is better than the other, but I always just thought my friends would be around forever and that I’d maybe have to deal with losing my older family members, if anything. When you lose someone, it’s like having a piece of your heart ripped up into a million pieces. I am trying my best to live a life of happiness because I know that’s what they would want for all of us down here on Earth.

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You know, the girls who are only nice to their friends, who are blatantly rude for no reason, who cause drama just to be in control. I think it’s normal to do things like make snap judgments, talk shit, dislike people for the wrong reasons, etc. I’ve realized that in the past I have put way too much of my effort into disliking people and getting worked up over little things when I could just forgive, forget, and be a happier person. n’t like, but honestly it’s been so long since I began saying that, that the reason for my dislike was completely forgotten.