you know what really fucking sucks? knowing that your best friend, the most important person in the world, is hurting, and having no way to fix it. what sucks even more? knowing all of that, and knowing that you could fix it if you knew what was wrong. okay, so maybe not fix it, but at least make them feel somewhat better with hugs and backrubs and reassurances, but you can’t do that because you live too fucking far away and can’t see her when she needs you the most. it’s enough to make you go crazy on a good day, let alone a day when you’re already stressed. it can get so frustrating that all you want to do is cry, not because you’re sad, but because that’s all you can do, and maybe if you cry, they’ll forget about themselves for a few minutes and focus on you and hopefully completely forget about what was bothering them in the first place. but you still have no idea what was bothering them, and now you never will.