I'm sad. I wish I could go back in time and enjoy our time together more. Oh wait, I couldn't have enjoyed it anymore. I hate this hate this hate this hate this. Ugh. I miss him miss him miss him miss him. Even when we're a yard away I miss him. I might even miss him more then. How can he talk to me and hug me and ask about my song to try out so calmly when I feel like I'm about to self-destruct?