Okokokok hear me out: if I fall in love with my depression it’ll leave me right? Just like boys. So if I hate my depression, it’ll come to me, so if I want a boyfriend, all I have to do is start hating that one annoying ahh nerdy bug eyed beast that I’ve somehow fallen in love with and start hating him. Then, he’ll decide to start liking me and we can be together and live happily ever after the end! It’s perfectly logical so imma give it a try