Tuesday, 30 June 2015
This Is Not A Ghost Story
But I got scared once. I met a girl and thought she might finally be the one that was going to make me happy. At first I was afraid, I was petrified. Until I realised about her feelings she'd lied and that she didn't want to be by my side and so then my fear began to subside, overtaken by another wave of depression with the incoming emotional tide. If I'm depressed when all I have to lose is my unhappiness, how depressed would I be if I had something worth trying to hold onto?