Okay, I now have to admit that I am not happy.

I'm not.

Takes alot of humility to say that I can't deal with everything alone. I need him around to tell me that what I'm going through is juvenile and laughable. Because without him, the world is slowly caving in and I feel more and more suffocated with thoughts that are unhealthy and impractical.

I need you around and it kills me to admit it.