“i don’t understand why you can’t just be happy!” says the person who’s never had depression and has no idea what it feels like
En route to Atlanta and the new record..
New Record! Pumped.
She hasn’t said A SINGLE word to me in almost 2 weeks. It feels like I have a broken heart again but I don’t even think my heart had enough time recover during round 1 of this crap. I am a glutton for punishment I suppose. Why continue? Why be happy? I ask myself these questions everyday and have not yet found an answer. But also have not found a reason to NOT listen to those questions. I live my life through shreds and shreds of depression and sadness now. It is like an ocean of regret and pain and I am drowning. I don’t see a life preserver coming anytime soon. Done.