I feel and I miss

I feel, a lot. It’s a sort of anguish that I have inside but not exacly depressing. It’s an ovverwhelming feeling of “overwelmness” (if there is such a thing). It’s such a powerfull feeling that it can almost become physical. It might be called “psycossomatic” but not entirely, maybe similar.

I miss some stuff and some people, mostly people with some stuff. And by “I miss” I really mean that there is a lack of some atuff and people in my life. I’m not lonely, far from it. Even though I’m alone most of the time, I rarely feel lonely. This is something else, I just miss some stuff… and some people.