back into my life. This past week has been nothing less than lonely. Feeling like I can’t talk to anyone about my day, or have a real conversation with someone. I feel like there’s absolutely no one willing to sacrifice their time just to hear what I have to say, or to know what’s going on in my life. Nothing hurts more than to have someone to express all this to, and them not being available to do sacrifice anything for you. Sitting here, contemplating if I am really alone or not.

I already miss you.

Confuse me sometimes.

Those words have never seemed so real till now. Sure, most people just say it because they think they actually do miss that person, but in all honesty they probably don’t know how it really feels like to miss that person. Feeling more hurt as the days move along until you finally see them. Feeling like the day that you finally get to see them will never happen. Feeling like no matter what you do to get your mind off of missing them, they manage to sneak back in like it was meant to be encrypted in your mind. Missing someone doesn’t even really make sense sometimes if the person you are missing is technically still part of your world. Maybe the reason you miss them is you miss there actual presence in your life, like actually being right there. All I know is saying those 3 words never hurt so bad.

Ruins everything.

Feeling a sense of loneliness even when surrounded with people who I all consider fam.  I guess I’m just missing that single piece… I think its 350 miles away from me.

FUCK DISTANCE.