To the tune of frantically strumming a wildly out of tune ukulele
I did something wrong and I hate myself for it
but at the same time I can't hate myself yet because the person I did wrong to needs advanced emotional support that only I can give because I'm the only one awake when she tanks emotionally hhhhhh but I can't do words and that's what landed me in this messssss
I love her to pieces but she can't see for herself how amazing she really is and I've had to talk her off physical and metaphorical ledges and I just made everything worsssssseeeeee
And then I get told that it's not fair that I have to "deal with her depression" when it most certainly isn't fair that she has to deal with it either
I'm not the pinnacle of mental health myself but I'm in a better place than she is and if I can drag her out of her waves of sadness and onto my leaky boat of stability then you can bet your donkeys I'm going to do it
I don't even know what this is... A vent? A rant? Some weird early morning ramble that some people interpret as a weak form of poetry? Something I'm going to regret later?
Probably the last one.