People aren't puppets- does that make you sob?

Lordy lord. I'm getting het up because two friends told me my plans weren't feasible, and then not to get Little Bird drunk because apparently she says things she doesn't want to. I think Little Bird needs to let go more, or of more emotively.

Anyway, they only told me what was true, and what they knew (which was more than what I knew) and I was so angry about it. I was angry that they knew more than me. We're all the same age and I felt like a child being told what its best options were by its parents, and I hate feeling behind, and stupid. I went home at the end and just cried out of anger and frustration, that I'm not the expert at anything. I'm not the expert at common sense, I'm not clever or talented. I'm just furious at how far behind my peers I am.

And you just sorted me out, even though you've got so much else to do. You're having trouble sleeping. If it would help, I'd lay your head on my chest, stroke your hair and make you breathe in time with me till we both fell asleep. Unfortunately, I can't cure you like you cure me darling. I say silly things and you talk sense. You said I was saying I wasn't good at anything because I hate making a decision, that being self pitying wasn't doing me any favours and that I've got enough natural talent for things. You said maybe I wasn't wrong. God, you're so very right about me all the time, you always say the right thing at least, when I need you to most. You're honest, about the pitying and sometimes even about how you feel about me. Constructive criticism. I'd so much like to make you feel better.

You got angry because we disagree over someone, and now you have gone to bed. When we disagree you say I am playing the devils advocate, but look dearest, I don't intend to harm you. The thing is that I know what you feel, and that you worry over your own success. You said you worried about the faint- that you were childish, stupid and naive. Then more than ever I wanted to hold you and tell you it wasn't so. How could it be when you hold so much sway over me?

Today you looked wan and far-away. More than anything I wanted to hold you (I did at the end of the day, but then everyone in the play piled on top of us and it became ridiculous). I'd been desperate to do that all day though, but we were in public and I couldn't. You need a rest dearest. I'd like so much to rest you in my arms, I would make for you a cradle to lay and sleep in. I'd tell you not to worry about being N__ M_______ because you are far more to me. I'd never, ever lie to you, and at heart, you wouldn't to me.

Tell me all your woes, misplaced tangential sorrows
As I told you mine, and I shall solve them, sibyl incarnate
I'll unwrap the leaves to form those letters that never were said
And we shall lie in a royal state, till cares abate
Until we know no more what was uttered, or by whom.
I wish I had such a sandy fist as she
That I might wither away the years in your seaworn clasp.
And, like a God, you are lovely. Hades, I think.
I'd be your Proserpina. No snatching of seasons,
Eternally winter for us two.