Oh gosh, you drive me fucking crazy. Knowing you are existing somewhere without me. Knowing all the time we spent existing together and have it become this: Nothing. You drive me fucking crazy. Knowing you are better off. Knowing I’m better off. I hate silence. But I didn’t hate it with you. I guess it still hurts. It’s hard for me to complete sentences these days. I don’t know if it’s because you’re not here, or if it’s because I have nothing to share. You use to keep my brain at peace.