“And every night I miss you
I can just look up
and know the stars are
holdin’ you, holdin’ you, holdin’ you tonight”

Sam, I miss you so much. It’s ripping me apart.
I’m becoming the person I once was. The one that I thought I left in the past. Its not that I’ve put on the grey veil and am seeing the world in a haze. I think the veil has been taken away, the veil of happiness, and now I’m seeing truly. It’s much harder with them. They think they’re seeing the truth. But the truth lies. You said it wouldn’t always be like this. “Just try to remember that. It’s like this right now, and won’t always be like this.” It’s the depression talking. It’s talking right through me.