i like you and i love you
'you're like the leslie knope of gift giving' she said,
and i took it to heart
depression makes it so you constantly wonder why
why people like you
why people bother with you
why you have friends
why
and i always stop
and look at the people around me
and i am amazed at how all these wonderful beings gathered around me
how they all became friends with each other because of me
how my house can become their refuge in the storm
and i think,
well, i must be doing something right
right?
or am i just truly a lazy, selfish, apathetic person?
these dark thoughts gather in my mind
and tear me up from inside out
nearly bringing me to my knees
until i hear my best friends words echo in my head
'you're like the leslie knope of gift giving'
and i can faintly recall all the things my friends have said to me without a second thought on their part
you're nice,
you're funny,
you're kind,
you're smart,
sometimes i smile
and i think,
well
maybe they might be
onto something
after all