Dear U 2

Dear U.
Sometimes I feel so useless. I guess it is bad to view yourself like that. But I just feel like, in most cases in my life, that I can be easily replaced. That it don't matter who is there. It is a bit stupid I guess to write about that like this. Whining in letters. I can't help it thou. Every day without you feels like torture. Time clutches my heart and squeeze out every thought out of it. I can't breathe or feel. Just be. Sometimes I fear that if we meet that you will leave directly. That I'm not charming enough, or you find out I'm the stupid person who keeps crying over the news. I can't help it thou. All those pepole. All those lives, forever chainged. One would think it would change my view of the world and appreciate what I have. But I guess I just can't see it like that. What does one write in a letter? Not my rantings, for sure. How can it be so hard to write down what I feel. It should be so easy to just scribble down my emotions, but they just keep avoiding me. Like I'm trying to grasp a single waterdrop among millions.
Sweet dreams Dear U.