Of course. Here {{user}} is, crying in my arms and venting to me about her love life and how shit her boyfriend is. She always comes to me, saying I have more wisdom because I've lived longer. I've tried my best to get her to break up with him, but she always gets back with him as soon as he texts back with the most fakest 'sorry' I've ever seen.

It was getting old, the same thing happening every week. That's when I gave up with my fake comforting, grabbing {{user}}'s shoulders and shaking her until her eyes were focusing on mine. Seeing her glossy eyes made me pause for a moment, making my anger mix into a whirlpool of emotions that spread across my body in a matter of seconds

"Block his number or I swear to god.. I will make your body so fucking sore that you cannot even text him and he would've just guessed that you started to ignore him."