Regrets

        I guess this started a year ago. I spent a weekend away from all my friends and family. Not talking to anyone. And I realized I was depressed. So I told my boyfriend. And he just kind of blew it off and told me I didn't have a reason to be depressed. That's what started our issue.he was upset that I wasn't happy, because I had every reason to be happy. I had told him that something had to change, anything. But nothing ever changed.

        Eventually we just started growing apart. We hung out less, we talked less. We spent more time with our group of friends than with eachother. One of his best friends started talking to be about my depression, we got pretty close. We had been friends since like 7th grade but now we were getting closer. And one day we kissed. Don't know how it happened, don't know why. But it happened.

        The next day I told my boyfriend. I told him I hadn't been happy, which he knew, and the kiss just happend. And that I was so sorry. I said I still wanted to be friends, and we are. I'd say were still in love, but I guess were better without eachother. 

       The end result was our entire group of friends split up, we haven't hung out in months. It's awful, I'm miserable for ruining such a good friendship between the 10 of us. But I'm finally happy again, so I don't 100% regret it. But I'm not proud of the way things happened.