Do you ever get that feeling where you don’t want to talk to anybody? You don’t want to smile and you don’t want to fake pretending to be happy but at the same time you don’t know exactly what’s wrong either, there isn’t a way to explain it to someone who doesn’t already understand. If you could want anything in the world, it would be to be alone. People have stopped being comforting and being alone never was. But at least when you’re alone no one constantly asks you what’s wrong and there isn’t anyone who won’t take “I don’t know” for an answer. You feel the way you do just because you hope the feeling will pass soon and that you will be able to be yourself again, but until then all you can do is wait.
I miss him.