Missing someone, every time. I’ve never felt this kind of longing just to talk to someone. I’m not an emotional person, I generally cut myself off from everything in that respect, to avoid arguments, to avoid getting hurt, and to avoid hurting other people. Then, this one time, I get close to a person who is actually one of the most fantastic human beings I’ve ever known, and for some reason, for the first time in ages, attatch some sort of emotion to them. And then it messed up. I really really wish I didn’t have someone to miss.

I don’t like this side of me. Cold and unloving Sally is much better. I need to put my death mask on.