I was just sitting here, listening to some Pink Floyd and feeling a little nostalgic and it happened. It always happens. Panic attack.
It's hard for me to think of my closest friends and not start to freak out a little. I fucking miss them. I know that I use this disclaimer very often, but I do love my friends in Missoula. That fact should not be doubted. But I fucking miss my best friends. I miss having those people around who don't have to ask how I feel, because they know without me saying. And I miss being able to talk to them about things that are bothering me without feeling like I'm being a bother myself.
Seeing Eric made me realize how much I miss people. And while it was great to see him, I miss him more now than I did before. And I miss everyone more, because the first thing I want to do is hang out with someone to cull the loneliness. I've got no legs to hold me up.
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