Am I too much to ask?

Am I too much to ask?

I just miss him and also the old him—i know it sounds cheesy but it’s true. I don’t know what makes him different but all I know he is.

Is it an effect of my longing feeling? Or is he actually being different? I don’t know. I only know I miss him much.

Future

Future is a fascinating word, right? You have hope whenever you heard that word, you have dream that you chase, you will imagine every good vision on it but mine? I don't know. I don't know if my future will be brighter as others' or even darker? No one knows.
I just feel like I'm stuck. I don't do something worthy and I feel useless. I know my effort maybe not harder than before but honestly I do my best as I could.