before i met you, i was in a horrible, horrible depression. anxiety attacks, mania, the works. being with you is like nothing else. you’re the best in a way that i can hardly describe; the way that we just click with each other is unreal. suffice to say, depression didn’t bother me anymore. and i always thought, i did the right thing. i’m glad that i never gave up, never gave in to the urge to kill myself, no matter how strong it got. it took a long time, but i was finally happy.
now it’s been 5 months since you broke up with me, and im doing horrible again. i want to believe that someday, this will all have been a bad dream. what i really need is you, but you’re not here. i know you say it’s over, and that we can’t get back together… but deep down, i kind of still want to believe that it’s possible. i think sometimes that’s the only thing keeping me from going completely off the deep end.
i miss you horribly. i hope someday i get a chance to fix this. and make everything right again. for now, i won’t give up. i will keep having hope, no matter how horrible i feel.
i will never give up. that’s just not something i do.