5 days ago was the last time I ever spoke to him. I told him that if he didn’t want help with the issues he was having with depressive thoughts and taking illegal drugs that I could no longer talk to him (as friends we had been broken up for about 2 months now) for my own wellbeing. The number of days looks like a short time but it feels like an eternity. Every ring or texts I immediately perk up to see if it’s him and I hate this feeling of needing someone so badly in my life, I feel like a choking without him. I’ve increasingly been becoming more and more depressed over these few days, I really wish I never met him or ever knew his existence. The lessons I’ve learnt are not worth the pain.
This is my first post, sorry about and grammar errors, I’m not bothered to edit.