I’ve been privy to doing all sorts of wrong things. Guilt has left me, and I don’t see any reason to live right anymore or doing the right thing anymore.
She left, and my life has been a mess since. I don’t even want her back - I desire the life I had before I had even met her. And yet, I don’t regret meeting her either. That experience, what I felt within those few months, was priceless.
I’m depressed because I am a terrible human being and another terrible human being just came along to make me realize it - before, I was convinced I was a good person.