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LN, I apparently have no sensible, functional, together friends. Not that I'm the picture of perfect lifestyle, but...
What I've never understood is what people think I can actually do for them, other than listen semi-patiently and try to dissuade from the most horrible options. You think they'd find a less bitter person to divulge to.
(The above is, of course, an unfair picture of people who generally are okeh and functional, everybody goes through rough patches, et cet. It's mostly my innate suspicion I should be doing something to help that weighs me down, I suppose. Other people hear/read things and don't really feel responsibility.) |
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