I'm having a fun time. I'm starting to love doing things again. The world feels a little bit differently now, it's like... I'm more in the moment. I feel like a real person, living a real life, instead of a mannequin doing things in a dreamlike haze. I'm enjoying video games again, watching anime, talking to people, walking around outside... I find I stop and just... become aware of the world and who I am. The colours look a little brighter. I feel content and good most of the time now, instead of the other way around.

But... still, even with all of this, I think of you a lot. I miss you, too. I want to see you, even if I know it's no good for me.

I wish that mattered to you, that I mattered to you.

No matter how happy I am otherwise, that feeling never goes away.