Don't get me wrong.

I like people... well, a lot of people, anyway.

I like helping people with their issues.

I like being good and reasonable and sensible. Or pretending to be, anyway.

But WHEN DID I BECOME THE ADULT IN THE ROOM?!

I'm a gigantic disaster, I'm a wreck of a human being, I'm a mess and a complete fuckup, I'm a Titanic, I'm a freaking toilet paper homonculus figurine! I can barely manage my own life without it turning into a dumpster fire! Why does everyone think that I'm a good target for "Hey, this girl should be able to fix my life!"?!