my baby's got the lonesome lows, don't quite go away overnight

i'm in love with a stranger named heather:"I remember thinking that it couldn’t be real, and at the same time feeling that nothing in my life had ever been so real."
i'm not alone, i'll always be my own company and this year i need to learn to be content with only that. i'll examine the scrapes on my knees and try to find out what the source of this deep, deep, unhappiness is. i can't rely on other people. i just can't, its not their burdens. my emotions need to stop being so dramatic, i'm just getting carried away and it's hurting me. maybe i'll meet claire again, but that would mean i'd have to be honest and it would be risky because she might not tell me what i want to hear. i couldn't lie, you can't lie to someone who knows and understands everything about you. i miss you.