love her more than my family

I've appointed her as my new official advice giver.
I dunno, something about the way she's been there, done that, just gives me that urge to listen to her.

And when I do mess up, and I know I have.
She doesn't go about making me feel worse than I already do.
Unlike others who don't seem to realise when enough is enough.
Others who also never seem to listen,
but then talk to me like they know every fucking thing about me, and think they're helping.

I want someone to sit down with me,
listen like they give a shit,
tell me that I need to stop stressing and then explain what they think.

I make some crappy decisions.
I fucking know that, and I fucking regret them.
All I want is someone who understands that.
And makes me feel better instead of worse.


Sharni, Kristy. I love you baybe!