ah yes, the 90s. i have fond memories of that decade. crying, pooping my pants every day, wearing diapers, being bald, being a baby. that was the high life.
- you do not get a gold star for loving a depressed person
- you do not get a gold star for “putting up” with a depressed person’s “bullshit”
- depressed people are still people
- they are not a conquest
- you don’t get to plant a flag saying “saved” and then move on
- it doesn’t work like that