You know what sucks? People I've known for about 2 weeks care more for me than people I've known for YEARS. Way to go jerks.
I mean, when I'm feeling bad a "hey, buck up buckaroo" would be nice as opposed to the fucking crickets chirping from your direction. I bend over backwards for lots of people. And I know that I'm not the bestest friend ever and I could be better but goddamn. If I'm ever in a life or death situation I have a feeling that most of my so-called friends would let me die. And then Phil Collins can witness this tragedy and write an eerie award winning song about it.
And seriously, a lot of the time I don't feel like putting up with bullshit but part of being FRIENDS is putting up with bullshit and when it comes to MY bullshit no one cares.
In the long run it's good to know that me and my sugar-glass feelings are less important than your oh-so-banal-and-pathetic lives.
You suck. Remind me to stop being friends with you.