i miss making things. writing. drawing. thinking about these. i miss sharing. i miss.. making things with those i love and feeling like they love it, too. i miss my characters and stories. but i feel alone in this. no one tells you that sometimes things go away even though you are still there. for a long time i fought for it. stuff happens, things are hard, but i still loved. but now i am afraid that something inside of me is giving up and it feels different. i don't know what to do. i don't know if i can do anything. sometimes i feel like i was left behind, but others i worry i just didn't move forward. that maybe things go away and are suppose to. that maybe i need to change. maybe i had my time. but i miss it. i miss it. i just needed to let it out somewhere.