Partly I'm depressed because of him. To be honest, everywhere I
go, something always reminds me of him. I go to a place and I
remember the times that we had there. I see a similar car of his, I
think of him. The list goes on. Another part is past memories. I
was much more happier back then. It was calming and nothing could
stop me. I am being stopped from enjoying life because of my
sadness. All of this is my fault because I let the thought get to
me. I hate myself for letting myself feel the way I do.
