comment on my story

i know i write sometimes. that's just because i am lonely and need something to post but sometimes that's not the case. sometimes my depression gets the better of me. i want to stay alive but then don't. my toxic friend hunter left. everybody leaves but not everybody stays. there is a time were i felt life had a meaning. and now i know it does. my depression is wrost. but i don"t know why. i just hope i can fix it.