I want to spend all day in bed, crying like I did yesterday. I'm tired of pain and yet I've fallen in love with it. It's like Stockholm syndrome. Depression kidnapped me, beat me, mistreated me, but I eventually fell for it. I let it be my protector, my lover, and my friend. I let it lead the way, trusting it fully. I know it may be evil but I try to see it now as a helper. The nightmare that won't go away but in the end... I know I don't want her to.