Addicted To Depression

My meant to be happy life

I wasn't always depressed I used to have pretty much most everything I wanted. But that all changed in six grade when I saw him again. I was the biggest flirt ever. But no one can blame me if he made them feel the way he made and still makes me feel they would understand me. My friend always said he was a shorter male version of me. But I'm getting ahead of myself. As I was saying before we veered off track was that I had the biggest crush on him. He was amazing. I followed him like a puppy. When I admitted I liked him to my best friend ever she did everything in her power to hook us up. Because she had a crush on his best friend and we thought it would be adorable to date best friends so she asked her crush out and hooked me up with him. It took a while for his best friend to answer my bff. But when he answered he said no. But ended up changing his mind to yes so mine and her fantasies came true. Me and him we were inseparable (except for stupid fucking classes) besides that we hugged and and told each other we loved each other. He always knew he could make me laugh and blush and fall so so hard for him. He made me so fucking. So fucking happy. I felt like I was invincible never able to be taken down with him I felt like nothing bad would ever happen.