Its sitting here that makes me crazy. Its wanting to be with him so much that it hurts to even think about it. And its wondering if he wants to be with me as bad as I want to be with him. Its thinking of this family I am surrounded by and how it lacks a love that I grew so used to in Rochester. I miss my friends. I miss them so bad because they were the one who opened me up. Sure my family made me, but they are the ones who showed me how to spread my wings and fly. And no I am not just being sentimental about it. I really mean it. I miss them so darn bad.
Doubt fills me up so easily. Thats why I need to write more. To fight it back.
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