It's really weird that on one given day I can look at Tang's pictures, talk about him and I feel fine, then on another given day I am sobbing.
I had a dream about him the other night. In the dream I was taking a bus to pick him up at a thrift store (I don't know what he was doing there) I knew that he had taken a bus to get there (funny) so it was important for me to take a bus to go get him.
When I woke up I started to cry and continued to cry on and off the whole day. I wish I was going to pick him up somewhere. I miss him.

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