I hate it sometimes. I’m coasting and then I find myself right back in a depression. I’m talking to a psychiatrist on the 30th to see about medication. I learned my ex’s new boyfriend of 5 weeks has already met her dad and stepmom. I feel fucking worthless, ashamed, dejected, and overall depressed. I feel like I meant nothing to nobody. I feel guilty for being mean when I couldn’t handle being friends with her for a bit. I feel like a fucking mistake and stain on this fucking planet. A fucking blemish that can’t be washed off.