storey

Nothing about tonight feels right. Everything seems removed and not quite all there. Follow this scenario: You've spent the last three years helping various friends work through shit that they had to deal with. Now when the time comes and you need help they ask what's wrong, not because they want to know, but because you're bringing them down. None of this is actually said of course, but you can tell. Now, how do you feel? That's right, pretty shitty. I'm sick of helping people. They never appreciate it and they never reciprocate it. I'm sick of everyone thinking that they know whats right for me and never taking the time to find out. They just assume whats good for them is good for me. I'm sick of looking for love. They dont care and they dont understand. All they seem to care about is getting laid. I'm damn sick of this world feeling like a sweater that your aunt gives you for christmas when your five. Sure its 6 sizes to big but maybe you'll grow into it someday. I'm sick of everyone I know relying on escape mechanisms and not bothering to face the world they live in. They think someone else will do it for them. I feel like that someone is usually me. I'm sure that my importance in these matters isnt as great as ive made it out to be, or maybe it is. I'm sure that I made to general a statement and should clarify. This only includes 2 of my 3 closest friends. I'm sure that time will make me forget all this. I'm sure that I will give in and help my friends when they need me. And I'm damn sure that I will be sitting back here again bitching about it when it happens.

I'm sure that anyone who reads this will think I had a bad day. I'm sick of peopel assuming that, eventhough I did.

I think I'm done.