Sometimes I think, aww that’s cute the kitty licked me so it loves me. Other times I’m like, what, you think I’m fucking dirty?!? You have to clean me?!?For your information, I just showered you fucking little pelt of fur that meows occasionally.

I never know how a person feels towards me.

Like when something happens, say they fall down the stairs, I want to help, I really do.

The problem is my brain is fucked up and can only focus on how they looked going down the stairs.

Like if their face looked totally shocked my brain says you’re going to laugh and look like a fucking dbag because of it.

And by all means, make it worse by trying to cover up your laughter and put your hand over your mouth, which makes you sound inconsiderate when you ask “are you okay”.

In conclusion, I’m sorry if you have hurt yourself in front of me, I didn’t mean to laugh and I really hope you’re okay and not plotting how to plan revenge because you think I must have pushed you if I was so rude as to laugh at your pain.

You can always talk to me. It doesn’t matter if we spoke yesterday or five years ago. If you need someone to talk to, someone to show you they care, that their life would be lessened if you had never been there, find me. I’m more than willing to lend my ear and offer support. People weren’t meant to go through life alone, we each have our own lives but they are enhanced by the people we allow in it. I want you there if it’s where you want to be. Please, if you are trying to get through today, know I’m just a call away, and I want to see you tomorrow.

MB