I don't know...stuff

So, a couple weeks ago, I get a friend request on myspace from one of the residents that lived at K-House. I guess she thought that since I wasn't working there anymore, I could add her as a friend. Nope. Still very unprofessional and crosses professional boundaries that, I, as a Counselor, am not willing to cross. Just now, I get another one, from another resident. I didn't accept or dent these requests. I simply just let them sit in my friend request box. I don't know if it sends the user a message when you click on DENY, but I don't want to take the chance that it does and them think I don't care. It's a boundary issue. It just wouldn't be right for me to add them as friends. Anyway, after the stuff that happened with Andrew's father, my "emotional side" was already open because I feel so badly for my son and I can't stop his hurt and that kills me...this particular resident that tried to be-friend me today had pictures from the school bus of some of the other residents on her profile. I guess that was the straw that broke the camel's back because it instantly made me start crying. Especially the picture of the one girl. I know her issues and she just looked so lost and sad in that picture. The other one...I know her issues as well but she's so good at covering them up because that's what kept her alive in her home environment...but the other girl. I know all her "stuff" and she just looked so lost and scared and sad...wearing a sweatshirt that I remember her wearing around K-House...she has no one...no one ever came to visit her, no one ever came to pick her up for a visit...I've had such a good two weeks and this stuff (between Andrew's father and the girls) just sent me into feeling sad and depressed. My poor son...I can't stop his hurt and I can't put his broken heart back together again...and my girls...I miss my girls. I couldn't fix their problems either, but I could be there for them in a way that they needed someone to be there for them. I KNOW I helped them because they told me...in words, in drawings...I miss them like crazy. But, my son, I don't know how to help him. How is it, that I can help these teenage girls with such HUGE issues and sad stuff but I can't help my OWN kid with his sad stuff and his pain???????????????