Another Day Another Waste
So today started off about the same, waking up wondering why I woke up. Getting ready for work and coming home to absolutely nothing, no friends, no love, nothing. I did find out why J abruptly left again. Apparently the way my depression makes me think to outrageous degrees sometimes was "Too much for him," despite him having told me he wouldn't let that be a problem, that he would try to understand it. Just another reason for me to cut out before I'm hurt anymore. No one likes a depressed person, I'm not sure if it scares them, or if they just don't care to understand. Either way it just makes me realize what a waste of a human being I am. I want things to be better but I know better than to expect such.