"Why the depressing text?" you ask. BECAUSE I'M FUCKING DEPRESSED IS WHY, Jesus fucking Christ almighty. You were saying that it "made you sad"—fuck you. You lost that fucking right the moment you decided you wanted to break up. It was your goddamn decision, and no one was pointing a gun to your fucking head and making you do it. If you're sad, I sure as fuck don't want to hear about it. You think you're sad? You should have fucking seen me. The last six months of my life have been the worst six months of my life. I don't want to hear you bitch about your life being hard because you're sick a third of the time and you miss your friends. I HAVE FUCKING DIABETES, which I have to live with every day for the rest of my life, and my best friend, my ONLY REAL FRIEND, FUCKING KILLED HIMSELF. At least you get to see your fucking friends again. I am THIS CLOSE to failing out of college, my life is in shambles, and there's not a day that goes by I don't wish I was someone else, somewhere else. I hate my life with a passion, I've fucked it up a lot personally, and it has been fucked with plenty by the fates. But I'm sick and tired of it. If someone told me six months ago what my life would be like today, I would honestly have killed myself rather than deal with all the fucked-up shit that's gone on. So next time I say something depressing, THAT'S FUCKING WHY.