Wow. I wrote this in April of 2007. I don't remember why, but I was in a crappy mood. Oh, wait. I think I remember why now.
Somebody once said that if you don't have anything nice to say, then you shouldn't say anything. Or some crap like that.Tonight, I'm not in as crappy a mood. I'm just tired.
I'd bet that if bloggers took that advice to heart, then there'd be no bloggers.
Anyway, today I'm pissed. At pretty much the entire world.
I think I just get tired of hearing the same bullshit over and over, only to see it contradicted just as fiercely via actions and inactions.
Those two things speak louder than words. Actually, words don't speak at all. They mean nothing. They are hollow.
This is why I've given up. Because I've stopped listening to you people out there. Telling me how great I am, then turning your noses up at me when I show some emotion you don't agree with or understand. Offering comfort, but only so you'll feel less uneasy around me. Spouting advice, when you haven't a fucking clue as to what's happened to me.
It's all so fucking convenient, to seek my friendship when you need it. I'm always there. Where else would I go? But let me fucking need you, and you scatter like cockroaches in the middle of the night when the light is suddenly turned on. Because I don't fit into your mold. Because suddenly I'm the needy one. You reject the reality of the situation. You reject the truth. You reject me.
Today, I'm pissed. At pretty much the entire world.