Some friends don't
understand this. They don't
understand how desperate I
am to have someone say, I
love you and I support you
just the way you are because
you're wonderful just the
way you are. They don't
understand that I can't
remember anyone ever
saying that to me. I am so
demanding and difficult for
my friends because I want
to crumble and fall apart
before them so that they will
love me even though I am no
fun, lying in bed, crying all
the time, not moving.
Depression is all about If
you loved me you would.
