You.

I miss you. You.
I have noticed recently how much I feel like I have gained a friends. But with myself. Sure, I have always liked myself, talked to myself, but I do not feel lonely, just homesick? Not homesick, but people sick. I miss my friends. I think of them with me, eating, sleeping, listening. It almost feels like this is going to be the rest of my life. Maybe it is? This is the life I wanted. Being somewhere unknown, knowing no one. I truly could live life with myself, I just miss everyone dearly.