I wished for the longest time that you would go away. Now I still understand why I felt that way but now it's not exactly the same. You've become my friend in an odd unhealthy sort of way. You are the one that is there as I'm looking at the hours of sleep I'm losing. You are the one there when my bed pulls me closer to it as the day draws to an end. You are the one there when no one else remembers that I'm here. You've been there for me since the seventh grade. It's funny how close we've actually become in this time that I fought to keep you as far away from me as possible. In all reality you, depression, are the one that has been with me all of this time.