Fuck, I always wonder when I will come back to this blog, the one I love-and-hate because it allows me to express myself openly and freely, yet when I come on it is because of this sadness that pangs me.
thinking about him too much again. can’t understand why I feel this way. it confuses me really because I didn’t realize I cared so much, which makes me feel foolish. our connection was always something I’d realized, but I suppose I just didn’t realize just how deep it went.
now there’s just this strange emptiness about me I can’t explain. the pain is there, yes, but it’s almost like I’m floating above it.