I hate how I’ll become so happy that i believe nothing will ever bring me down, that all i need are my friends, family, and those good times! then 10 minutes later when it’s just me all alone, i feel myself crumbling into despair as i realize that after all of what happens, at the end of the night it’s just me. I hate that feeling. Knowing that no one will be waiting to kiss me or hold me, no one to claim me as their’s. I hate knowing it’s just me, alone in that bed wishing for more than just myself.