It must be hard I know, to listen to someone who only knows how to rant. Even a story she says sounds more like a rant.
Like how she feels that she is caught up in a war. Inside a jungle. Alone. Feeling scared, tired and angry at the same time. Lost. Not knowing where or how to come out. Fearing for her life. Confused about whether the war is real or just made up inside her head. Whether she is afraid about being alone or being lost.
Yet you listen to her. Patiently. Not offering anything in return. You just say your “mmm” and “ani”. And maybe that’s why she is into you. Because you listen. No matter what. You listen. To the chaos of her world. Created only by her.