It's time. I should never have put it off this long but I would kill for it now and the thought of missing out makes my chest tight and the panic rise. I cannot tread water any longer. I can't remember the last time I wanted anything this badly.

I used to be someone that people missed. Now I can't even stand to be around myself.

I'm getting her back. I have to try not to make her regret it.

“And it’s not ‘clever lonely’ (like Morrissey) or ‘interesting lonely’ (like Radiohead); it’s ‘lonely lonely’, like the way it feels when you’re being hugged by someone and it somehow makes you sadder.”

—	Chuck Klosterman