Stupid me.

I keep telling myself that if I sleep soon, I'd make it through the day. But time keeps disappearing as the day inches closer, and the feeling of self loathing will appear from the shadows as I face the day ahead with (close to) no sleep.

Nothing is working. I'm done trying.

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I thought I was fine about all of this.

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This concept of distance was so foreign to me. But I caved last night. I thought the feelings that came hand in hand with distance were now obsolete. But now here I am, missing you and everything a part of you, and I'm fighting the pain of not having you here with me. Missing you is the hardest thing I've ever had to do (quite pathetic, I know) and just to have to go through it again is making me want to rip my mind out. I'm going insane.

Do we really know each other?

They may be our colleagues, best friends or ever partners, but how well do we really know them?
Every individual is bestowed upon many occurrences and experiences through life. Each little thing encountered adds on a layer of foundation and when we cross paths with these individuals and begin to incorporate ourselves into their lives is when the layers add on.
We engage with different faces every day, but just how many of them have told you about themselves? There are so many people out there with stories and just when we think we've got them all figured out because we were there to help them add the layers on, we can never really tap into the foundation. It's at the bottom, and if we were to tap into it, it could either make or break them.
So really, just how well do we know the person we're sitting next to, the person we deem our best friend, or even, the person we choose to spend the rest of our lives with?