Desperation

[orsouthought]

You don't understand missing someone until you sit around staring at their picture because in some minute, miniscule way, you feel closer to them. Browsing their webpage somehow brings you enough solace not to lose it. The mere fact that they have been there - even if it just may have been for a nanosecond, through a beam of light passing from one computer to the next - gives you peace, illogical and sad as it may be.

Yeah, I'm fucked up.