Missing.

It seems like as long as I’m sitting in my room alone I’ll start missing a lot of people. Some of them are people that I would probably get to see pretty often, then there are some people that I don’t see that frequently, and then there are some I know I will see if I want to, and then there are some that I won’t get to see that often, and of course there are those that I probably won’t see again. Nonetheless I miss them all.

Of course there are some that I’ll probably miss a bit more, then there are some a bit less… ah whatever. Chances are they don’t know that I miss them anyway.