My short story's

Guys can be depressed to

Her sad face plays through my mind one last time. "I need you," she says. I need her too. So why did she ever leave me? I didn't understand how she could love me so much one say and hate me the next. I didn't like how I couldn't control my life. How I couldn't be in charge. How everyone said life is what you make it when it isn't. It isn't what you make it. I wouldn't make my life this bad. I did understand what was wrong with me. I couldn't understand. Didn't want to understand. Maybe I did. I'm not sure what I want at all. That's a lie. I know what I want. I want her. I have. I always have. I always will. Without her I'm a dead man walking. Pointless. Restless. And filled with nothingness.