I’m more miserable with you then I am with out you, but I want to be with you so much, want this to work so badly, that I’m just suffering.
I’m depressed. I’m the most alone that I’ve ever been, and I can’t say anything to anyone, because I know what they will say. And I don’t want to leave you.
I wish the world would just swallow me whole, because the pure nothingness that that would entail would feel infinitely better then this.
I am alone, and I am depressed, because I have the one thing I’ve always wanted. You.
I just don’t know what to do. I don’t know if being with you is worth this much pain.
I’m sorry.
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