I miss the unexpected rain.

I miss the tuesdays and thursdays locked in a room with the smartest persons I know, writing nonsense and poetry.

I (sometimes) miss my clinically proved, insane girlfriend.

I miss being immature, angryfornoreason, and spoiled.

I miss staying at the uni late doing info homework.

I miss that black car that always reeked of cigarretes.

I miss the nothing else matters feeling.

I miss my friends. Not all of them, but the ones with who I could discuss serious matters, which mostly consisted of complaining about people, society, school and/or friends in general.

I miss the sea.

I miss... being a kid.

Do I sound homesick? (I am.)