Perhaps all I need from you is an everyday sign that you're still alive.

A few days ago, I had watched a suicide documentary.
It was disturbing. Frightening.

I'm depressed, and perhaps saying it flatly isn't the best way to express my depression, but during depression is not the best time to think about flowery language either.
I really, really, really miss Jason.
He would probably know what to tell me right now.

I thought you knew everything.
Why not this?