Have you ever crushed hard on your best friend? How do you deal with it?
What if she makes you so happy, and without her your days just aren't the same?
When she's the reason you hate weekends, because you can't hear her laugh. You can't see her, smile or not; you feel empty and void of meaning.
How does one exist without her? The perfect, and self-hating friend.
She's your only, but you aren't even one.
She loves you, but you've fallen.
Dying happy, would only be accomplished with her soft, plump, pink lips pushed against yours. The pressure, setting off the many nerves on your lips. A high of dopamine fills you with contentment. You wish the moment could last forever; you would do anything and everything, for that one wish.
The moment will never happen. If it did, she would immediately show signs of regret. You could never again speak with her; so all happiness and love would forever leave your life.
Imagine this, she is gone. You two never met. You're happy, but she's not in your life.
Which do you choose?
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My Depression Stories
RandomThis is just random little things that I write when I'm depressed. Please don't hate because this is actually what I feel when I'm in deep depression. Which happens a lot... So, in any case, enjoy my sorrow!
