Trying to not complain because I know people have it far worse than I do. But lately, my emotions are getting the best of me and I can't help but whimper every night, on the verge of tears before I bed. This severe case of missing-you-itis has reduced me to hysterical puddles of self-loathing. Never once, have I ever felt so trapped and resentful. I am really trying to be optimistic, but that silver lining, if anything, is close to obliterate.
