i have things. things i want to say to you but what good will it do. questions i need to ask to settle my mind because things don't make sense. i don't want you to be like everyone else. i can't bring myself to email you, or ask someone for your number to contact you to ask said things, so instead i'll blog about how pathetic i am. i miss you, but i know this is good. sometimes the hardest things and the right things are the same.