i try

I try to keep myself busy, I try to use up all my time so I'm not set on dwelling about how much I miss you. And I force myself to go out, so I don't allow myself to get comfortable with the idea of becoming a recluse. But at the end of the night I can't help but feel even lonelier than I was to begin with. I am so empty because regardless of what people I'm with, it will never substitute for you. I miss you. So much.