Even If I wanted to move on, I wouldn’t be able to. There’s literally nothing that makes me happy. Family? No, they just piss me off, forcing me to lock myself in my room. Yeah I love them but they don’t make me happy. My friends? I don’t have true friends really. They’re all acquaintances to me. You were my only friend and my lover. You really are the only thing in this world that actually makes me happy. I want to kiss you. I want to hold you. I just want to know things will be okay and we’ll be happy eventually. You promised me they would but you’ve broken countless promises that just mean so much to me. It’s even hard for me to believe you now. I still feel like this is my fault.