There are things in life in which I cannot understand.

Why do people have to be so nasty towards one another?

I try to be a good friend, and I treat people the same way I'd like to be treated: with kindness.

But it seems that's even that's not enough anymore. I try to give someone a place to stay, make sure they're comfortable, and try to have a good time despite the discomfort they've given towards others around me. I used to stick up for them, and try to have their back, but in the end I'm always the one kicked in the behind, the one that's just dumped on the curve.

If I've ever made anyone mad, please tell me. I'm not a mind reader, so don't keep something away from me, that I'm supposed to know.

Is it really that hard? Is it hard to just tell the truth, and let someone know what you think or feel about them? Even if it may hurt, at least let your friend know what's going on, so it could be rectified. How are things supposed to be fixed if they don't know what's b r o k e n ?

I see why some people decide to become a hermit; they don't have to deal with shady, unappreciative, so-called friends.

Sometimes, I think it's best to be alone.

...and so ends another page in my life; 10:56 AM 0 lovenotes