I don’t know about you, but when the shit hits the fan, when it all goes pete tong, when the world comes crumbling down I don't want to hear you say it's all going to be alright.
I know you mean well. I know there is really little else to say, but what I really want to hear is:
“shit, that sucks big time”
is it that hard?
I know I will survive. I know there are children dying of hunger in Africa and I know that my woes pale in comparison. I don’t want to hear that. It’s bad enough that I know it, you don’t need to remind me.
Just bear with me. Listen to me. Feel sorry for me.
And please, please, whatever you do, don’t belittle my feelings. Don’t say it’ll all be ok.
Even thought we both know it will be
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