Still hopelessly in love with him. I know I'll never get him back. And I have been having more family problems then so depression wasn't new to me any more. It was actually becoming something I could live with. The suicidal thoughts were fun to think about but I would never act upon them. Because I know if I do I'll burn in hell. The thoughts of running away are nice to. Depression isn't so bad after all its has become something I could be addicted to I love the feeling of meaninglessness I love the feeling of emotionlessness. But depression doesn't help the fact that I still love him and that I'll never fully get over him ever! 😩
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Addicted To Depression
RandomThis is a story of a sad girl aka me without naming the real names of the people I'll tell you why the girl is depressed and how confused about she is about her life.
