I miss the old me. The me who had a smile for everyday of the week. The me who sang in the shower, and made stupid faces in the mirror. The me who had dreams, and the best imagination. The me who always wanted to do good by other people, and could be a vegetarian if she wanted. The crafty sarcastic smart aleck who always talked back. Who always respected other’s opinions. The me who was never afraid to wear her heart on her sleeve. I miss the happy me.