#aesthetically-pleasing-facade

I hate how I've allowed him to taint this part of me. How I've allowed him to take over that emotion in me; and every time I see any picture resembling love or compassion, I get a small twinge in my chest. A small ache, like my insides are twisting up. I hate how I have to tell myself that I am happy I have to force myself to believe that I don't care.

To 7445, my boyfriend is the same exact way. I have really bad anxiety, and he is suffering from depression. The problem is that he told me he won't open up to me, and that this is his own battle. I understand that of course, but I'm sitting here continuously telling him that I'm here, and that he isn't alone, yet he still tells me he has nobody. I can't sleep at night anymore because randomly out of the blue I'll get a text saying that the previous night he had really bad thoughts....

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