I wish I had someone close to talk to right now. I wish I wasn’t crying so much I can barely type. I wish there was someone who could tell me I am not watching the slow-motion suicide of a dear friend. I wish I could do something, anything, to help her out of the deep, frozen hell she’s in, to make the people close to her who should be caring for her do what they can to help her. I wish my caring for her was somehow enough to keep her from trying to kill herself. I wish this didn’t hurt so much.

But I don’t think I’ll be getting any of my wishes granted today.


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