So In Love With My Happy Ending

I'm not sure why I keep a blog. As far as I know one person reads it. Not sure why people would want to read it, my life isn't exciting. If anything my life is depressing. I'm not happy. A lot of people don't know that, but I cry more than normal. I used to only cry when I thought of my dad or grandpa. Now I cry whenever I think of my life in general. We're going to start the search for a therapist soon. I need to be medicated. It got so bad I started a suicide letter, doubt I'd ever use it. I don't think I could really bring myself to kill myself. I'm just depressed.