dear john,
i guess i'm lying to myself, john. all the time, every day.
it's like a cycle, you see.
i'm depressed because i'm lonely and tired, i'm lonely because i'm depressed and tired, and i'm tired because i'm depressed and lonely.
sometimes i feel so angry at you i could rip your head off.
but at the end of the day, i just miss you.
love, me.
