Let me say this, I personally think you missed out on this goodness. You never took the chance to get to know me. You just judged by what you think you know. Think differently because I know you're incorrect on that. I'm actually pretty great my love.
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.