Maybe the Doctor was wrong.
Maybe the bad things do ruin the good things.
Maybe sometimes there are just too many bad things happening at once.
Maybe it’s like your friend is swimming in grief and hard, hard work and you don’t know where the life vests are. And the textbook people won’t listen to you. And you figure out all the things you can’t do.
And your sister has a baby too early.
And you didn’t do anything to help.