So why do I feel like it's all just a show? You make me wanna shut it all down, throw it all away, cuz I'm nothing if I don't have you. What's the point of being on top, all the money in the world, if I can't blow it all on you?
Truer words have never been spoken. It's not some disease, I'm not obsessed. It's what people that actually care about other people call love. I don't know what to do. Some days my depression is so bad that it feels like my head is floating around my room and I'm on a powerful dissociative. It's like I'm stuck in one feeling and one memory my whole day or week sometimes. I can sit in my bed, staring out my window for hours thinking about the same thing..
fuckfuckFUCKFUCKFUCK
Why is the only person that was ever a true friend to me now a douchebag that refuses to acknowledge I exist?