Not a good day. One where you’re always wrong; where previous achievements are stripped away, revealing only stupidity, laziness, incompetence and incapability. Days like this, where I can’t even be human, I truly miss you. I miss your voice that made those in my head disappear. I miss feeling like a person because I knew I mattered to you. And yet it was all nothing, all a lie. The still empty space beside me is somehow emptier than before; the silence at the end of the phone so much louder than what you could have said when you said nothing.