She has to answer that mail, she has to answer, has to answer now.

…

I have finally written a mail to my school’s counseling teacher, but she doesn’t answer.

That’s why I am nervous.

You know, if the appointment I am trying to make with her was for me, I wouldn’t need to hurry. But it is not for me.

I hate that. My friend’s wellbeing depends on my teacher’s answer to a mail that was sent by me and I am just standing in between the teacher and my friend (figuratively of course)

As I said, I am nervous.

But at least I have done something, and that’s already a lot more than what I usually do which is nothing.

It is the waiting that makes me so nervous, not the responsibility.