Dear well-meaning, but completely oblivious friend,
When I am upset, crying, and slightly irrational--obviously scared about handling my life--you cannot run away--not even literally. I really need you to stay. I won't ask, but I need you to give me a hug, sit me down to play with my hair, and put in a silly movie I can obsess over and lose my worries in. Probably something that lets me cry but has a happy ending--on the really bad days, not-so-happy. . . Please. And I need to not have to explain it.