Fuck! I wish I could just say the things I want to say! But no, that would end in suicide, and we can't have that; that would be bad. So I'll just bottle everything up and slowly build up resentment towards you, until one day I snap at the wrong person, you blame yourself anyway, and then, what? You go and commit suicide. Yeah. And then I've gone and fucking wasted three years of tolerance on you.

It'd be really nice if I wasn't the only Ear around, you know? FUCK! It'd be one thing if I was getting paid for it, or if, I dunno, my advice and/or suggestions and/or encouragement was ever ever ever listened to, but no; I'm just wrong, I couldn't possibly know how to handle things. It's not like I've ever been Depressed. It's not like I have crippling phobias. It's not like I have your best interests at heart. It's not like your Depression is creeping under my skin, turning into my own. It's not like I have an iota of intelligence, or experience. It's not like you could take a fucking stand for something, just once, step outside of your comfort zone, just once, change one tiny thing for the better, just. once. and benefit from it. No; it's all just too fucking hard.

FUCK! JUST SHUT UP FOR ONCE AND LET ME BITCH!
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