okay

i get it

your life is the worst life that has ever happened to a human being and you have Real Problems and you need Real Therapy and you are irrevocably traumatized and nothing will ever be the same. and it is terrible. it is horrific that this has happened to you and you are well within your rights to want to exorcise those demons.

but can we just

talk about me for a minute

we spend so much time talking about you because there's so much to talk about and i get it but my god my god my god i need someone to see me sometimes i need someone to see my stupid problems and my bad moods and my fucking idiot feelings and i need them to be acknowledged. i don't need you to solve them. i don't need you to tell me that this is a stupid thing to stress over.

yeah. i know. i wasn't asking. i just need you to let me lean on you for a minute. i need you to carry me for a minute.

"look on the bright side, at least you're not me with my terrible awful shitty life!!"

like

why would that make me feel better

but thank you for that. thanks for minimizing my shit. thanks for making me feel shitty for even trying to bring it up and i'm trying to tell you that i feel like i'm drowning every single night and unlike you i don't have a good reason to feel like this. i don't have an excuse to fall back on. i have shit all.

and i still feel like this and i really sometimes just need you to fucking listen to me for a minute just listen JUST LISTEN

i don't know.

i'm tired of listening to people complain about thins that they're bad at when they're a hundred times better at it then i ever will be. so what the fuck do you think of me then. what am i then.

shit. i feel like shit sometimes.

just listen to me please.