please take a moment to review the location of your nearest mirror

I'm with you until the end of time. I'm always here for you at two-thirty in the morning when what's-his-face from high school just broke up with you and you feel like you don't have a friend in the world. I'll remind you how strong you are. I'll remind you that that moment is the worst it's going to be, and that every day it'll get a little bit easier, a little bit better. I'll tell you what I think you should do, and I'll keep telling you until you've done it.

Two weeks later, she's still crying and she doesn't see why, she's rejecting everyone's help under the pretense of wanting to be left alone, yet for whatever reason she's calling me at eleven-thirty at night to ask me for advice. I told her basically the same thing I told her two weeks ago, but maybe I erred by incorporating some of the finer details of the story she didn't know I knew.

"What's your problem?" was her acidic response.

Far too tired for that, I wished her a good night, told her I loved her, and hung up the phone.