I don't know how to be the one that makes everything perfect all of the time. I want you to be so fucking happy and I want to be happy too, preferably with you where ever we are.
But I don't always have the answer and I can't take feeling terrible just because I made you feel worse and not better because I was trying to be realistic.
I attract emotionally needy people, and that's fine, that's what I'm here for- to help the people I love in every way I ever possibly can, but I can never promise to fix everything all of the time just in the course of one phone call. I can't figure out the answers to your life when I don't evenk now the answers to mine.
I'm sorry and I love you and that's all I've got.
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