I'm missing something.
I don't know what. But I'm missing something.
It's 3:15 am, and I'm sitting at my computer, drunk, crying. I have no idea why.
I just know I'm missing something, some piece of my soul, and I can't figure out what that part is. I'm pretty happy. I have a good life. I have a great love. I have a job and my own apartment. I can't think of one thing that I have to complain about.
And yet, I cry.
And it hurts.
And I don't know why.
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1 comment:
I know the feeling...
I call it "negative chemicals in the brain" moments.
For no apparent reason, there's more of them in your brain at that time.
I haven't found the cure yet, so I have no advice to offer. Just wanted to let u know someone understands the feeling.
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