Depression

I’ve been thinking for a while now that I may be clinically depressed… It’s not something anybody would like to admit… But let’s take the facts. My lady, the love of my life asks me to leave, no explanation just a pleasant invitation to bugger off…and I do so. Who wants to be where they’re not wanted… But getting single is hard. I’ve lived with myself for three months and I’ve hated it. I miss her more than I can describe. I still wonder what I did wrong… I guess I should move on, I just don’t know how…

Why do I cry so much… for gods sake I’m a bloke…

I feel there’s no future, I miss the past so much. Malta, the USA, London, Devon, Ferraris, Alton Towers….Christ we had so much fun…what made it end? And now I can’t cope with myself… Drink, Jesus… I feel like I drank a well, I probably have. So many good friends but all so far away…

I dont know the answer. I know I should leave, but to go where…

Moving is an issue, its expensive, where I want to go I can’t… I’m stuck in the abyss… God help me