We all try to find things to distract us from reality. Sometimes we don't even realise that those coping mechanism are destroying us. We all need someone's help when those distractions turn into a addiction.
I can't believe I tried to convince myself that I didn't miss him, and that I didn't need him. I keep coming back though, against my judgement, because in the back of my head I feel like I shouldn't be doing this, that it's bad for me. But I still. Keep. Coming. Back. It's like I'm addicted, to him.