Think this year will be my last.

I’ve depressed since I was I a preteen. I’ve had moments where things got better. But I’m tired of feeling like this and I’m tired of how it has made it so hard to keep anything good. I can see my bf looking at me differently. No one can love me through every prolonged season of depression. I turn into someone I don’t like and that isn’t very likeable. So I get it… I can’t live with them either. And I’m sick of trying.