I don't understand why people can't just be people, and seen as people. I don't get all the labels and stuff. You meet a person, you like/don't like them, you fancy them/don't fancy them. I don't get it. The leagues and scales thing is like saying, "Don't even bother to get to know that person, they won't even talk to you because you're a 2 and they're a 9." That makes us both losers.
Volition, it sounds to me as if your friend might be one of those people who is happy being unhappy. You can try all you like to try and make things better for her, but only she can do anything about it. I've had many friends like that (I look at one in the mirror every day and have to kick her ass, and it's hard work). Some people just don't want to change. Worse than sad for them, it's annoying and sad for you. But it may be something you have to come to terms with.
This is the fucking shit that I was born with. I can't fucking do anything about it. This is the piece of shit that I was given, and yes, I ended up abusing it because if I did first, it would be ruined even more before you got your fucking hands and evil words on it again and made it even more broken. And when I did something positive about it, what did you do but make it a million times worse! I can't do right for doing wrong. Do you think I want to be here for your fucking entertainment? No, I fucking DON'T. But I have no choice because unlike you, I care about the fact that other people will have to clean up the fucking mess. I KNOW why I'm not what you think I ought to be, and I KNOW why people say the things they do, and I can't fucking change nature, no matter how much I wish I could. I hope nature turns around and bites you on the ass (not in the fun way). I hope you experience the pain and the crap and the darkness just once before you die, because then you will know just how it feels to be trapped and unable to do anything about it. And if it turns out that it all goes wrong, then I hope doubly that you experience the crap, because then I will be able to rest easy. And when you turn up and go, "You know what? That shit hurt," I can laugh in your fucking face and be glad. Why can't you just leave me alone? Why can't you just die and stay where you belong? Just. Fuck. Off.
I bet he was soused.
Anyway, all the English lads I know would never waste good sauce that way! Behaviour like that just brings a nasty taste to the mouth.