congradulations.

I cry myself to sleep. Every. Single. Night.
I spend hours doing my hair and make-up, just so that when I look in a mirror, I don't want to cry.
I flinch every time I hear your name.
I put myself down. 
My depression? It's back.
I can't trust anyone anymore. 
I've driven everyone close to me away.
I no longer believe in love. 
I am living a lie.
 I think I'd be better off dead.

Good job. Do you want a medal?