So gather around, and let me tell you a story about my fucked up life. So, a long time ago, I discovered I'm trans.

Which brought on terrible depression and I've been depressed for as long as I can remember

Then my girlfriend, my first ever crush, died of cancer. so that was fun. Then I went my way into a bunch of relationships, all ending in extraordinary disaster. Like, there was a girl who married her ex while in a relationship with me. There was a girl who dated me but didn't tell me she was married. There were stalkers. Full on psycho, "twin love soulmate" stalkish behavior stalkers.

At this point, grown men could cry. The universe didn't just reject me, it waged war on me.

And last night, my best friend, who me (again being a terribly unlucky idiot) is in love with, got so high i was scared to death about an overdose

But shes on a different island (my uni is in a different country an I'm home with parents) so other than being online, i couldn't do shit

So i organized the biggest campus rescue team of med students (like ten people) and sent them to her apartment to take care of her.

But then she asks for her boyfriend, who didn't do scratch. I called him to tell him she needs him, and he flat out ignored it until I begged and begged him to call her.

And then I had to convince her that he loves her and she doesn't have to kill herself. Until she finally went to sleep, at which point, me being crazed, couldn't sleep, so me and this other guy i made to stay up to keep an eye over her stayed up the whole goddamn night. Just so that when she wakes up this morning, i can be there for her if she needs anything, and she tells me that her bf broke up with her over the phone last night when her was supposed to be helping her.

So now, I have to call up her bf and tell him that she loves him, and he needs to be there for her and all that shit that we all know isn't true just to keep her together in one mental piece until the high wears off, hopefully in the next couple days. She ate 5 whole edible cookies.

So, I stay in a friendship with her because Im a good friend. I wreck my feelings to get her and her bf together, so she can be happy. I risk my mental strength to make her happy. and her boyfriend, a Russian guy twice my size who's never done anything remotely romantic or caring for her gets her happiness?