We all have to feel empty sometimes.

Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn't magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.

It's a lot easier to understand things once you name them. It's the unknown that mostly freaks me out. I don't know the name of that fear, but I know I've got it, the fear of the unknown.

That's what people who love you do: they hold you and lie. They tell you that you're worthy, that everything will be all right, and they do that even when you both know without a doubt that this is not true, that is it nowhere near the truth.

We all have to feel empty sometimes.

A cheerleader? Do I look like a guy who'd be interested in talking to a cheerleader?

Loving you is a full-time job. It's a great job, don't get me wrong. It's the best job in the universe. But it's not easy.