#phro

While I was in Poland for almost a week, some of my friends messaged me that they were missing me, and honestly? That fucking scared me. I don't know why it's so difficult for me to accept that; but I don't want to be missed, it makes me feel as if I have to be where they are, as if I can't be where I am, it makes me feel as if they want me to say the same, and I can't do that, I loathe it, I want to vomit, and these words fasten my guts with knots. I don't want to be a part of anyone, and if you know the German language well enough, you know what I am talking about. I am my own person, please, please don't miss me. I am happy on my own, and I hardly ever miss anything or anyone ever - there is only one person that I'm constantly, constantly missing - yes, you, Kyan :P - but that is okay and I don't make such a big deal out of it; For me, you don’t have to be around anyone to function, and I almost feel as if that is disrespectful. So if someone confesses me that they miss me, I like to think they can't function without me, and I don't want anyone to be that dependant from me. 

Isn’t it weird that we can be in love with so many people, for so many different reasons, even though there is, maybe, still that one that we will love forever, unconditionally, because they are and have always been precious;