I miss the little girl I once was. The girl who was always so positive. The girl who never cared about what others thought of her. The girl who was always smiling. The girl with the wild imagination and child-like innocence. I used to be scared of monsters under my bead, but now the thing I fear are the thoughts in my head. I used to enjoy talking with others, but now it's so hard for me to talk to anyone at all. My parents miss her too. They always ask, "Where did our happy little girl go?" I don't know mom. She ran away and never even said goodbye. Sometimes I look at myself and just think, "Is she disappointed in the way we turned out?" She probably is. I wish I could go back and beg her not to leave me alone. I miss her so much.