last night I nearly died.
For some time I'm on antidepressants.
I wanted to end my days, fortunately my friends came over me from my solitude ....
But I realize that the person I thought I loved, the person who had pretended to cry, pretend to love me, pretend to keep me ... She does not care that I could die or not, and left me this morning ...
Now, I know, the MOST important in my life are my friends ...
Sorry to a text as dark and depressing and uninteresting, but because here nobody will read what I write, it is not worse.
I hope to post something happy in the near
En français... Je n'ai pas envie.