Gosh. I miss you. For my own selfish reasons.
I suppose I haven't been thinking about it for quite awhile.
And I've been trying to drift, and i'm sure you're happy at that...
But...well. I'm very upset. And sight rekindles memory.
And you have this thing of figuring out when I'm upset without me saying.
And I suppose it's selfish to miss you only when I've a need for you.
But is it really that selfish?
And what if I've a need for you all the time, somehow?
But I suppose i'm better now.
The thought that you would have been there is almost comforting.
And to the other,
I'd rather that you burn out.
Please. Stop doing this to me.
I give up.
I don't want to go anymore.
I just really hate you.
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