This is the first time in a long time where we’ve left each other alone. honestly I miss you. You were the only person I really responded back to everyday... I was never one to text first, but I guess you got tired of that. I understand. I would, too. Because it seemed like the only person who wanted to talk, who cared, who wanted attention was you. Realistically, I’m afraid to come off as attention-seeking, needy, clingy... annoying. I never wanted to be grouped into the people who left you on read and seemed like they didn’t want to talk to you... I wish you could understand that it is my depression pushing people away, leaving people on read or rarely responding back - no, I wish I told you. But you told me everything is okay with you, so I shouldn’t be worried, right?
Everything isn’t okay with me though. I wish I could cry to you and tell you what is putting me in so much pain. I wish I could tell you that my depression has spread its cancerous effects from my mental health to my physical health. But my depression does not want to open up, does not want to bother anyone. I’m relieved, at least, that maybe you won’t attempt to kill yourself. Because you said everything is okay... I trust you, more than I trust myself, I guess. I don’t trust myself to get better. But I’m pushing like hell.
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