Ever wanted to go back in time

Starship Troopers is a great movie. Maybe not acting-wise. The plot may be a bit weak. But God damn....it brings back flashbacks of the day. Sgt. Rico still can't yell. Dizzy's the shit. I hate the other girl. But it reminds me of happy times. Well, not necessarily happy times, but just times before the present. Back when we lived in Melrose Park in the apartment with the balcony, where my bedroom was right across from aldo and wady's, and we actually used to spend time together. I remember the first time I ever saw this movie, it was in their bedroom, me and wady were cleaning and watching tv. It was weird because we watched Romy & Michele's High School Reunion like, 6 times, and then this one. But regardless of that, I miss living there. I miss the apartment. I miss the living room/dining room area with the big window, and the balcony that looked like a small jungle when you looked in through the window because of my mom's plants. I miss sleeping in the living room on the furry blanket watching movies with the family. I miss christmas with the tree in the corner, and thye pretty lights. And the closet right next to the door. I miss being able to sneak in through the balcony when being locked out of the house. I miss the stairwell, with the ugly carpeting, but a great place to just chill. I miss the basment with the washer/dryer that you had to pay to use. I just miss everything about that time. Back when I waws still young, or well, younger than now. I didn't have as much to worry about. And more importantly, I think i didn't realize all the shit that was going on with so many different things. I could just brush things off my shoulder with no problem. But now, everything affects me. Everything stays on my shoulder. I miss those days. I have huge like, problems of sorts. I really can't explain it. It's more like, i have inferiority syndromes or problems or something. I always feel like i'm the one that people want to leave out. That people think of last. I'm used and known not for me, but for my uses. People keep me around because i am useful, i can do things for people, and I guess I don't put up much of a fight. I don't know. it sucks. I'll end it with something short. Maybe understandable to some. I don't care. It hurts. But I still love him.