BANG its a boy (06:22:13 pm): you made me not want to wakeup this morning

Fuck it man.
Just fuck it all.
Confusion and hurt.
Someone might actually love me.
I might actually have a chance at happiness.
But isn't that what I said last time?
And look where I ended up.
Why do I always get screwed over?
I hate it.
I hate him.
My life is so empty without him.
I don't want to be without him.
But I have to.
I don't have a choice.
I'm done with immature fantasies that the people who hurt me will actually regret it.
And maybe love me again.

Depression.