I mean, what do you want me to say? Do you want me to tell you that everything is ok now, that I am doing much better? Should I lie to spare your feelings? I feel the same way I have felt since the day you left, and I am starting to think that this feeling is never going to go away. This feeling of desertion and loneliness. I can crawl into the bed of a thousand men, and still feel as if I am caving in on myself because I’m so hollow on the inside. I don't want to feel this way. I mean nobody should want to feel this way, but I can't just scream at the top of my lungs for this intense aching to go away. Trust me, I have tried. I can't just lie in my room and cry away this wound that is in my heart, believe me when I tell you it doesn't work. I guess I could walk past you, and give you a smile, and I guess I could sit by you and laugh, just to make you feel ok. I am always trying to find a way to make you feel ok.