Why? Why can't I be happy alone? I recently had probably the best week of my life all because of one person. He was able to make me feel alive, and to make me feel that life is worth living... I'm 23 and I have just experienced happiness for the first time in a long, long time. I've been depressed since I can remember, and I was officially diagnosed one year ago. Even in my "ups" the toughs of dead have always been there... I know this is not going to last long and I'm afraid of what I'm gonna do after it ends but I can't believe this is the key, I can't believe that all I was missing was love, I can't believe that, with everything I've tried, this was the answer.

If only I could maintain this...