I’m always be advice giver. Even with boy problems, and I’ve never even had a boyfriend. I guess it’s bc i’m an actor and i’m good at putting myself in other people’s shoes. I just get sick of helping people all the time. I can barely think of anyone who I can fully vent to and get good advice from. I want to talk but no one understands and I always end up looking like an ass hole bc none of my friends know how to Give good responses, like I do to them. It’s hard to give advice to someone over and over again about them being depressed when you are depressed. When you are empty inside. When you are mourning the only person who ever could have given you advice… It’s like on an airplane. You put on your oxygen mask before you help someone else with theirs. But I never can. I always end up suffocating.