I didn’t think I would miss you as much as I do.
It’s not a good thing to replay memories in your head: the good ones make you feel nostalgic or sad, the bad ones destroy you. I’ve learned never to replay them, so as a general rule, I don’t.
Right now I’m watching the good memories like a film in my head. Why am I doing this? I don’t know.
I feel really lost. What has happened to me in the past few weeks that has changed everything so drastically? Everything is a blur. And what the hell have I been doing? I’m not myself.
All I do is sing, and sing, and sing. It makes me feel better, it makes me feel human.
Damn, I wish there was an easier way to go about this, but I feel like it’s too late now. Don’t even know why I’m typing this.
I miss you, I hope you miss me too. You won’t know it, but today I’ll sing a song for you.
