01/11/26 I really want to help my friends. I really do. The two I care most about, one has a similar (maybe even worse) not so great home situation like mine, but they seem to be going through a lot. The other has a bunch of internal stuff they're dealing with. And that's only two out of the like 20 in my friend group. Each of them are all dealing with quite a bit of stuff, and even though my own mental and home situation isn't the best (especially my mental state) I still want to take their pain and make it mine, wrap them all in stuffing and keep them safe, I'd face their hurt and pain myself if it means they'd be ok. I really want to. But sometimes I don't know how to help them, even when I really want to, and that's what I hate the most about my mind sometimes.