i thought he still had some feelings for me when we spoke that night. it was exactly the way it was before we broke up. but then the next day he ignored me like every day and that's how i knew i was wrong, holding onto false hope.
I grew up feeling this way. Still feel this way many days, but my depression cannot keep me down. I fight every. I wish for things to be easy, to be strong, and sometimes it's impossible. Sometimes I just can't.