One of those nights.

Where I miss probably every single person I've ever encountered. People I see when I go home, people I don't see anymore, people I won't see anymore.

I hate missing people. It gives me such a hollow, empty feeling in your heart; a very queasy feeling at the pit of your stomach.

I hate feeling like I make the wrong decisions in life, for coming here. It always feels like things might not be so bad if I weren't here but well, the grass is always greener on the other side. But I'm sure as hell the grass on my side isn't even green.

Talk to me.