It's kinda funny. Like I've had a trash life. Like beyond trash. This is my second time in life I've been happy. First being when I was a kid and with my mom defending her, or atleast trying to, from everyone. Like it's been so trash. Like I can't even begin bro. Everyone hated me. Like literally I had no one. I didn't know how to treat people right cause that was a foreign concept to me. But even though I was depressed my whole life, fighting, getting beat up and crying to sleep every night just hoping for someone to understand and love me, I never ever did any drugs or anything at all. It was after losing that person, everything, my whole life hit me with the force of a meteor. Everything was over and back to how it was. I could not do anything about it except succumb. Nothing could break me but love for the first time in my life, losing it, just destroyed me. But I am fine now. Stronger than ever. But love is the scariest shit ever. Worse than drugs, worse than depression. It saves you but the tiniest error and it will most likely break you. Never going there again.