TURNING INTO A COUNSELOR.

She asks me to come online.

I do.

She shares.

She says she's gotten high on a bunch of stuff.

Hard to believe.

First I think she's probably fibbing.

Later decide that she's saying the truth,

Owing to the urgency in her voice.

And then she says she let a guy get on top of her.

I was like.. no way.

Shit.

Now she's done it.

I was pissed with her.

She has always been impulsive.

But I never thought she'd get this far with it.

Anyway,

Consoled her,

I think.

Told her what I thought.

Felt good to help her.

She screwed up her exams.

My fault?

No.

Her?

Yes.

She's been perpetually off about it.

I mean, she's half depressed, half nervous and completely psyched.

Which of course is gonna get her nowhere.

Anyway,

So I talk to her again.

Help her vent.

And she says she's gonna go on exile.

I feel good,

Cause I realize she's serious and she's gonna make a conscious effort.

She even quits FB.

Today she joined back.

And I was like,

Shit, now she's screwing it up again!

I dont know what it is, that makes me feel so bad about this.

Why am I so involved anyway?

I feel like a goddamn counselor!

Eww.

Hell no.

PLEASE.

NO!