"Real life sucks, huh?" she asked with genuine sympathy, not a put-upon at all. Weetzie tried to be a very positive, upbeat person, but there were definitely times she got down in the dumps, and she sighed, sat down on the edge of the closest weight bench.
"Faith... other than getting out of here, or getting revenge on the people you think are responsible for your anger problems... what would make you happy?" she asked curiously, looking at the taller girl. Weetzie was sort of known for trying to 'grant wishes' among the staff and patients; she was the 'cookie monster', bringing baked goods... she delivered Starbucks coffee to Jo and Dean every morning like clockwork, and had bought Sam a very cheap mp3 player and loaded it full of music that reminded him of his brother when they weren't speaking. She gave salt and holy water to the 'monster hunters', and she had helped Belle organize a book club. It got sort of exhausting, but she worked at it tirelessly. Making other people happy was well worth her own efforts and inconveniences.
"What would make being here easier on you? Honestly."