CAUTION: Feel free to ignore, whiny emo faggotry ahead (inb4 gay, adam young, homosexual, why don't you go cut yourself, stop bitching, 9/11, first world problems, everything else that would be said, etc.).
Somehow today goes from me in a low mood and trying to get through the day to me in a low mood and spending the whole day trying to help two people find a reason to live—one considering suicide, the other just feeling hopeless about everything. Don't manage to talk the first out of it and she's gone off for the night, and the other is still pretty much the same. I suck at helping people. I know what it's like to be there yet I still can't do a single thing and I feel like a hypocrite trying to give the whole "it gets better" speech. I try to stay away from that as I know what a shitty attempt at consolation it is, but every other route lead to a dead-end. As a result, I feel much, much worse than I already did at the start of today/yesterday/whatever. What started with a little consolation as at least not being a horrible day has now progressed to being a more-than-just-horrible day.