You just miss the feeling of being with someone who put up with you everytime and anytime... Yes, you don't miss me... You don't miss me and I don't miss me either. Being with you made me someone I was not. Being with you made me so happy, I thought for a second, maybe I didn't know who I was before. Now, I'm back to where I was, angry. And I've never loved myself more. I got out of the bed because I was angry at myself for not using this day as another chance to live. I made food because I was angry capitalism has drilled a hole in my pocket with laziness. I am working because there are people relying and I
