Twenty-three. Part-time Student. Employed. Designer. Painter. Artist. Crafter. Pierced. Tattooed. Beloved Child of God.

I think it’s stupid that I miss you right now.

But I can’t help how I feel.

I’m trying this whole new thing, well new to me at least, of embracing my emotions as they come.

Therefore, I miss you, right now. I may think that’s stupid, but I’ll let myself miss you, and then move on, because that’s the only way I can deal with how I feel right now. Since I can’t make you appear, I can’t make you be here with me right now, I can’t make you stick around after I stop missing you, and I can’t make you miss me. Then, I will have dealt with the emotion, instead of burying it only for it to appear later, stronger.

I apologize in advance for what will be a slightly pathetic and possibly creepy (or sweet, depending on how you look at it) and “10 Things I Hate About You”-esque sounding post, while I deal with this emotion of missing you.

*I spared you all, and deleted this section after I wrote it. I feel like it gave away too much about this person, and I’m not ready to admit to them or most people that I miss them.*

And I still think it’s stupid that I miss you. I’ve known you for almost two years, but I’m finally actually getting glimpses of who you really are, and I miss you already.

Well that was stupid. But I think I feel better. Maybe? Maybe not? I don’t know.

Good night.