Sometimes days are hard. And all you can do to get through them is drink alcohol until you’re so drunk, you can’t type properly. Thank fuck for autocorrect because without it, this wouldn’t make sense.
Depression makes you think that everything is your fault. That every little thing you do or say, every action is your responsibility. The way others feel, is a direct result of how you’vevtreated or spoke to them, disregarding how they make you feel.
I should know. I’ve loved someone, since around September last year, who doesn’t love me back. I try. But I know it’s futile. I can’t make someone love me.
Despite how much love I have for him, how much I care and I want him to be happy, I’m the one who’s happiness is the least important because that’s how it works. I meet someone, I fall in love, I give everything but it’s not enough. It never is. And the he goes off and meets the love of his life.
So I’ve had a drink. So fucking what. I’m lonely. I love someone who doesn’t love me back. Do you know how heartbreaking that is?
@specsygurl