The worst part is getting better
And then not.
Why must it continue to be an unending rollercoaster of depression and self-hate.
What’s the point of an existence when I can’t feel the meaning.
There are those I want to see grow and become better but it’s so hard.
I wish things could be happier and that we wouldn’t stop being friends.
You’ve been closest the longest, and I want it to continue.
I want our lives to stay connected no matter what.











