Sometimes I manage to forget
(Just for a moment)
That I’m a shitty friend
And a shitty employee
And a shitty wife
And a shitty daughter
But then the knives come out and I remember again.
They’re a kindness, really;
If I get too comfortable I might start liking myself,
And we can’t have that, can we?
I have felt this way before, too. Hang in there, my friend. I hope it gets better for you as it did for me.
…That’s a hit in the feels.