Guess there are many people out there hating my guts for some reasons now. It's been pretty obvious about it, some more than others.
It's not that I don't know. I'm merely pretending not to know.
Friends. They support you to the extent that you can hang stars in the skies.
Friends. they comfort you and raise your spirits when you are down.
Friends. When they start to turn their backs on you... you fall into a pit where no one can pick you up. A pit called loneliness.
I haven't exactly been able to do the first and second above, but... what have I done to you guys to get hated to such extents? To extents that you have to drive me to being alone? To abandon me?
I know what an idiot I can be at times. What a jerk I can be. What a bastard I can even sometimes be. But isn't friends about accepting each other's flaws? Haven't I always tried to listen to you guys? Tried to change according to how you guys like me to be?
Because, to me, you guys sunk to the level of being the third kind of friend above.
If you also want to make other people hate me, congratulations. You definitely succeeded.
I guess you guys won't even care if I go die now. If that is the case, then go on.
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