I havnt had anyone to talk to in years
about my depression. I had an experience
whe i was a kid, that made me want to keep
things to myself. My counselor told me i
was lying after I admitted to her i was
being molested. Ever since then I was
scared to talk to anyone, even my family.
My family is full of addicts. I grew up
in many homes. Anywho I met someone I
thought was great and the'd make me happy.
I moved to be with them and we never
actually moved in together. Now that were
making plans, I dont know if I even want
to. I wouldnt win either way. I have no
friends here, no family anywhere. I know
what lust is, but I dont really know how
to love and what its like to be loved. I
know how relationships should make you
happy. But i dont know who I am anymore.
Everythig about him ive grown to hate. He
made me wait almost 2 years to move in. im
happy not being around him but i dont know
if breaking up is the right thing to do. I
dotn know what makes me happy.
