I fell in love with a girl, the most precious creature god has ever created, the purest soul the wold has never seen, she was perfect but i wasn't. I had so much love to give because i was hating myself. She was like the food, depression like the dog and i was the one feeding it every single day, but this time the dog bit the hand of the feeder. I was so tired of dreaming with her, thinking of her or even ******* talking her, but not because she wasn´t woth it , just because I knew I wasn't. I was so in love with her but deepdown I knew that I can not be with her because i would be a load to her. People says living with depression is hard, but falling in love depressed is even worst
