I need somewhere to vent so it’s gonna be here.
I love my friends. I really do. They mean more to me than anything, more than myself even.
And they’re struggling. Everyone is. And I want to help but I can’t because it’s too hard or I’m too tired or idek what else.
And I’m helpless and I hate it and I hate that I can’t make it better for my friends because they deserve so much better.
Except I’m also really ill. And there’s a balance between being there for your friends and allowing yourself to heal.
Where is the line between ignoring your phone to rest your brain, and leaving your friend having a panic attack on a train, alone and scared and isolated?


















