Hello. It's me, again.
The title of this post is about when I was depressed. Started in about late August, I recall.
I had gotten depressed for millions of reasons, but then, it took me a while to get out. I got out of depression about... ah, I don't know. It gradually happens.
When I was fully better, it's now.
But the thing is, I found out that one of my friends had gone through the same situation. They'd talked about mental health and how it's so important. Taught me what a snake was. (Snake is a person who wants nothing but to hurt you. In our terms.) So, recently, I just let go of a snake that I was dating. Friday, it happened.
But he responded with "haha, okay, bye!" and my friend told me later that he was dying laughing.
So I got angry, of course, and started breaking a stapler. Highly specific, yes, but it happened.
But I remembered that this person is a snake and I gave up on them... the best thing to do. c:

I used to have somebody who I thought cared for me once in my life, too. Sadly, that wasn't the case. It pained me greatly to let go, but it had to be gone. Don't let it get you down. It was for the best. You'll find someone better.