you take the fun out of me,

you take the fun out of me

i'm just a skeleton...

Time to write again, it's been too long, and I hate that.
What I've been feeling lately more than anything is scared. Scared of loss, inadequacy, emotion, myself. I find myself more and more involved in just my own issues, oblivious to all else. I'm sad because he's gone, and I miss him, and it's hard; but I don't see why it has to make me such a hateful person. I need to open my eyes a bit more. The season changing seems to reflect everything at the moment...