Unpalatable

I'm fine, I just ate.

Depression

But in all your lack of honesty, your one truth was that you would never leave me. Even if I asked you to, even if I ran away and forgot your name, you'd always come back. For me. Because I'm special, don't I know. "I'll never forget you," you said, and I thought it wasn't true, but I keep running into you at the supermarket, on the bus, in the cafe, just like in those perfectly timed romance scenes I hate.