I comforted an extremely drunken friend this morning at around 6. She was having a breakdown. I'm really bad at that, too. Comforting people when they're bawling, except for like Brianne, I'm comfortable with her, but everybody else, including my mum, I cannot deal with. So, I'm surprised with myself that I even did that. And I was even more surprised when it turned out to be a friend of mine. And it's not like she woke me up or anything - sort of goes hand-in-hand with my pathetic inability to sleep at night, especially over the weekend. But yeah, idk, it made me feel better about myself that I would actually go do that. Though of course it felt awkward, but she was really having a major hardcore breakdown. And she just needed somebody to hug her and tell her everything is fine. I guess that's where I came in. ...Maybe that's the reason why people view me as this extremely awesome person. Who knows. =D