i miss you. And what sucks is that I miss you, at all the wrong times. At all the wrong places. With all the wrong things on my mind, you included. I wonder, why can’t I be strong alone, like I am when I’m with people? Is it because there’s no longer anyone to hide anything from, except myself? What is it about being alone that allows for thoughts of you to come creeping out of where I’ve locked them up deep inside? I wish there was some way to get rid of them and you, but somehow, you just keep digging your way back into my soul