Well i tried, but it didn't seem to get me anywhere.
Now I'm right backe to where I started.
There was a time there where I genuinly smiled on a daily basis. A time where I could answer "How are you?" With an honest "good."
I don't know what happened to that time.
I think it stopped when I stopped talking again.
I came to my senses and realized that everyone else had there own shit to deal with. I realized that I was just being an unwanted burden to them.
And that what i feel doesnt really matter.
It stinks.
But that's how it is now.
I guess I got my depression back in exchange for less stress for them.
The people I love.
I think it really might kill me this time.
