February 2012
36 posts
I hate how I feel. I hate that you make me jealous. I hate that I don’t know why I’m jealous. I hate that I’m unhappy. I hate how you treat me. I hate how you make me cry. I hate how lonely I feel. I hate how angry you make me. I hate that my heart feels broken. I hate how my day can go from good to bad just by talking to you. I hate that all we do is argue.
I have never felt more alone than I do now.
I don’t know where to go from here
I kind of miss you. I hope everything is getting better. The source of your depression lives with you, so how can it ever go away?
If you miss me, then talk to me. Everything is ok.
I’m not really depressed, I’m just sad. I miss who I used to be. How happy I used to be.