Hello darkness my old friend
I don't know what to write, but I feel like I need to. It's not about telling a story now, or about feeling the void that's eating me inside, but it's the need, the urge, the itch in my hands that's forcing me to tell you something new! For so many years, I thought life was so hard, and that you had to swallow your sorrow every day to move forward. The baggage that I have been dragging behind me all of that time, thinking life is unfair — and that baggage, this pain and the ache that have accompanied me my whole life — they were the only things that I could trust, because they have always been faithful to me; they were the things that have never left! But there's this feeling that's been creeping inside me, reminding me of him, and I don't understand why now; for a year now, I have thought I'd moved on and forgotten him! And then I remembered: each time I felt alone, it was only him I was running to; it was only him I was searching for in every plac...