"It's just so hard to live with someone who is
so fucking miserable
all the fucking time."
"He's always been such a frustratingly
depressing guy."
"I don't like you."
"You do nothing. You're useless."
"What do you mean, you feel like a failure?
Never mind. I don't want to talk
about that."
"You've got so much potential."
"Well, you're a ray of fucking sunshine."
"Have you tried being happy?"
"You're giving off vibes of tension and
frustration."
"The kids are scared of you."
"Jesus! What are you so sad about?!"
They're not wrong.
Eggshells,
eggshells,
step gently around Joe.
I don't bring joy,
and I don't get more likeable.
I am miserable.
I just wish I didn't bring others
down with me.
No, they're not wrong,
but I really wish they were.