you’re swet, funny sexy. the best guy i could ever ask for infact.
you listen to all of my stupid stories
laugh even when it doesnt make sense
you’re me in a different skin. same likes, same hates, everything.
but
you just dont make me happy.
I don’t know why, I’ve spent hours thinking of it.

It’s happening again, the cycle repeats.
I get happy, am happy, things are perfect and then I crash.

I’m becoming depressed again, I can see it but no one else can.. they’re blind to the fact that I’m at the edge of crying whenever I have time to think, Im snapping at everyone.

maybe It’s just not you that doesn’t make me happy, perhaps its everyone.
society is killing me, slowly.
And i cant, or wont, do anything about it. I’m angry that you won’t either.