I’m so sick of the people that I came to know. I’m so sick of them criticizing me about feeling sad, about being down. Then when I pick myself they’re never there. They weren’t even there in the first place. It seems like I’m the biggest dick. They all can flip out on me but if I tell them one little thing it turns out to be my fault completely. I’m so sick of feeling and being under appreciated. This is why I never really talked to people in the first place and now I hope they understand why. But I’m afraid they’re to caught up in their own bullshit to even realize how far I am. I’ll try not to worry anymore. Everyone keeps telling me that you only once and you shouldn’t live with any regrets or have any grudges and it’s those same people who get stuck up every single time I even try to give them some constructive criticism. Don’t worry I’m done trying. I’m just plain done. It’s almost my birthday and everyone can fuck off. I’m done. I need new friends :/ anyone? I’m lonely just for a few weeks that’s it.