Lately I've been a bit emotional.
The bedroom's too quiet to be in on my own. I'm used to walking in and seeing my sisters sprawled on the bed, either asleep, or on the laptop. I'm used to being by myself in the living room, the sofa being my favourite hangout. I spent most of yesterday evening watching Family Guy on my own.
I don't miss the things I've never had, but I do miss the things I've had.