Sucky Friend

Yes, that's right. I suck at being a friend. I feel like I'm constantly letting people down. I don't do it on purpose. I just don't know how to tell people things that they don't want to hear. I try my best. I honestly do. I just feel like I'm living this one big balancing act. What makes one happy will result in hurting another. I've been trying to find a fair medium. But life isn't fair. I cannot give everyone what they want. It's just not possible.

As selfish as it sounds, I think that I need to be focusing on what will make me happy first. I mean, if I'm not happy, how can I expect to make any one else? The problem is, lots of things make me happy. MANY people make me happy. It's time to think realistically though. If I don't see something working out, there's no point in pursuing it. And as hard as it was, I finally decided to stop pushing what would never materialize.

Now, I'm happy.
But I still feel horrid.
How is that even possible???


Well, there's one thing that always makes me feel better. The thought of raping Dallas Taylor. Mmmmmmm!