❛❛Depression❜❜ It's been a week since you rejected me. My life is still as devastated as it was a week ago. I hope when I'm bowing my head, you suddenly come to my house, knock on the door, hugged me, and said you love me. I started seeing your reflection in the corner of my wall, you came up to me, asked me to eat while watching Netflix. O! I started to fantasize and hallucinate. I began to feel signs that I would soon go mad and be sent to a mental hospital. But I like this, I can see you, as mine, so beautiful it turns out, if this wasn't just a fantasy, if this was a reality.