Nothing like a good old-fashioned crying fit before bed. I can’t hide it anymore. I miss him. I miss everything. I’m not happy anymore. I miss all those times we spent together. I miss the connection we had. I miss the reliability and consistency my life had. I miss all the good times I had and I miss being able to feel happiness because I’ve gone over a month without feeling happy and it’s killing me inside. I hate it. I hate it so much. I hate that he’s gone and quite frankly I’d rather have someone light me on fire than feel like this one more night.