I seem to have gained an inate ability throughout my life to chose friends who walk all over me and leave me to rot in their wake. How can it be humanly possible to have noone real? Noone but people I barely know in real-life or not at all, show a million times more heart and caring than those that called themselves my friends.
It seems nothing I do is ever right and I'm sick of trying to please the f*cking world for it to turn round and dump quite uncerimoniously on me.
What the hell am I supposed to do?
Why can't I just be f*cking happy?
Cheesus, I believe in karma, but what crap did I do to deserve this f*cking life?
RAAAAAAAAAH.
