It’s one of those nights where you just feel so, goddamn alone. I want you here with me, even if it’s in the slightest. It wouldn’t matter as long as you’re a part of my life. But no, not anymore.
I ask myself why? Why do the worst situations always seem to happen. And to be honest, I know that’s just life. I tell myself get over it, you can be happy. But no, it’s not possible quiet yet. I’ll try again tomorrow. And the day after, and the day after. I just want to be happy.