I. Yesterday you jokingly hit my shoulder and denied our companionship with a smirk. I responded with, “Well, I never said I wanted to be your friend.” You laughed and thought I was playing along, but didn’t understand the underlying honesty in the statement.
II. I watched you swear off love after troublesome experiences with girls with lipstick stained smiles and narrow eyes. You tell me how you’ll never find what you’re looking for. I didn’t say how you might be overlooking her, but I reassured that you’d find her.
III. You then asked me if I was interested in anyone. I said no.
IV. Sometimes you say I know you better than you know yourself. You’ve shown me pieces of yourself that are broken and fragile. I can recite your memories like a best-selling children’s book. I told you advice, you tell me that you don’t know what you’d do without me. You tell me I’m a great friend.
V. But friends don’t look at each other like the way that I look at you"
Don’t ever fucking tell someone with depression or anxiety that their feelings are invalid because you have no fucking idea how many times a day they blame themselves for their mental illness and already feel incredibly guilty and if you’re one of those people invalidating our illness then fuck you