It's confirmed, I am useless under pressure. I fawn in the presence of tragedy. I found out tonight in the absolute worst way that something horrible happened to one of my friends. After she tells me she sat down and cried her eyes out, and I was sitting with her like a bumbling idiot. I had no idea what to say. What the hell can I say to comfort someone going through something more terrible than anything I've ever come close to experiencing? I was sitting there trying to comfort her, saying everything I could think of saying, and at the same time I'm listening to myself thinking "what a loser!!". I sounded ridiculous, scrambling for something to say to her when there's really nothing to be said. But being the moron that I am, I couldn't sit there and keep my big trap shut. Oh, no. I had to try and "comfort" her. Be a friend. Be there for her. Knowing full well that she would have been better off being comforted by a doorknob instead of me. Man, I would have killed for knowing what to say to her tonight. And then the poor thing couldn't talk, she just sat there shivering and I had no idea if I was making things better or ten times worse. Damn all my words of comfort to hell. To hell, I say! Ended up calling 911 after I left her, I was so worried and I didn't know what to do. I should be thrown into a stinky pit full of ghosts, I'm so lame.

Anyway, the events of the night are pretty much crowding my brain right now and I don't think I'll be writing any kind of remotely amusing words here so I better not try. I've said too many futile and inappropriate things for one evening, time to call it a day methinks.