Breaking Point

Eight

I denied being depressed because I thought maybe telling myself that would decrease the chances of it being true but now I realize that denying your feelings for something only makes them stronger and because of this I love you more. I hate the world around me, the environment I once thought was beautiful. How now painted a monstrous image in my head of what truly lies in this place, full of danger and lies and people who say they can about you but actually don't. I have abandoned the memories that linger in my mind but no longer have meaning. I just need a new place to start over. I have come to the conclusion that I have reached my breaking point.