I miss you, best friend.

Always okay. Always fine.

"Don't show that you are sad. Always okay. Always fine. Talk to someone who's close to you. Not show everyone that you are sad."
That was what you told me.
But unlike you, I don't have someone to talk to then my self.
Unlike you, I don't have any shoulders to cry to.
Unlike you I don't bottle up my feelings just to make people around me happy.
And unlike you I rather let the sadness and pain kill me now then kill me later, slowly and painfully.

But you. You won't understand that.
You are not dealing with my demons. You are dealing with yours.
And so am i. I'm dealing with my problems not yours.
You don't understand the pain of mines. And I don't understand the pain of yours.
So I don't think it's right for you to tell me how and why I should feel because you don't know anything.