Colleen has been taking the death of a friend of ours pretty badly. It disheartens me when she feels this way, especially when there’s not really anything I can do about it. I’ve offered to sit down and be a good listener for her, but for whatever reason (I can think of a few real good ones), she has declined.
I still care about her, and I really don’t want to see her like this, but there’s not really much I can do. And I can understand why I wouldn’t be the first person she’d come to. I mean, we’re still friends and all, but I don’t see myself as being the first person she’d come to.
Oh well, as I said before, there’s not much I can do, even though I wish there was. It just bums me out to see her like that.