I think I've lost count the days I feel depressed. I wonder if there was really a day where I never felt a slight inch of depression. That'd be a miracle.
Not a day that I don't stop thinking about you. Yet, even so, comes with all the disgust I have for you. I don't know what worse, me feeling disgusted of you or I still miss your presence? Or maybe neither. Maybe I'm just feeling really lonely. I don't know.
