I love you but I do not say it. You're one of the best things to meet me. You do not know how much I'm grateful for having you. I can not even get my life done without you. I do not even know why I'm writing this ... I suppose I'm sorry ... because I'm not perfect, I'm wrong that I'm wrong. My biggest mistake is that I'm fake, I'm still overwhelmed ... But thanks to you I can sometimes be myself, maybe you do not even know it but you're helping me ... with my fucking depression. Yeah, well, everybody knows it, I can not be a fucking disease. I suffer from this illness for over a year ... I will not go to the psychiatrist ... If I am sick of this illness, it will not be my fault ... it will not be my decision but maybe it would be better ... I would finally be happy. But I do not want to talk about death, I do not plan. Meanwhile, I can still control .
