You know the worst thing about being depressed with a boyfriend that you actually care a lot about? You drive him away, because who wants to be with a sad boring moody ass bitch. It’s hard to explain what’s going on. It’s hard to hang out with him when all you really want to do is lay in bed and think about how much you really want to die. It’s just really hard to love properly when you’re drowning inside. It’s a lose lose situation. Being with him hurts and being away from him hurts. I don’t know how to deal with this.