I get it. When I was going through some shit, talking to me was such a minefield that people started to give up, and I didn't blame them. Except for my best friend Quentin, because I always did the same for him when he was going through dark times. It's not easy when there's no way to just fix things. But really the best thing Q did for me when I was messed up was holding my hand and telling me he still loved me. Feeling that support couldn't fix the problem, but it did make it less lonely.
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