Am I a bad person?
I have two friends who are, like me, struggling with anxiety and depression. When they phone, needing someone understanding to talk to, I listen and say the best things I can come up with - and I'm glad to.
But when she rang asking to stay for a while at mine, I almost didn't even ask my mum if it was alright. I pretended briefly that she'd say no, so it didn't matter - but honestly, I just didn't want to get tangled up in her frightening, uncontrollable mess.
Her mother's not supportive, like mine: i'm really lucky.
And I'm worried, 'cause I want to keep it that way.
Problems aren't infectious, but they feel like they are.
I feel really guilty for almost turning her away, for searching tumblr while she cried... Does that make me a bad person?