i have figured it out.
why some of my friends are my friends.
they pity me.
they feel bad for everything that i have been through and they want to make up for it
by making me happy or whatever it is they want to do
probably about 2/3 of my friends don't actually know what happened to me
and i don't want them to know because i don't want them to pity me
i don't want them to feel sorry for me
i want to be the strong independent women my dad always wanted me to be.
Be not afraid of greatness: Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them
that's who i want my friends to see me as. and half the time, it feels like they don't
only two people know how i really feel half the time
ms piggy and mon emir
but guess what
mon emir yells at me at tells me that life will go on and i have to move on
suck it up and be a man and go rub some dirt on it
thanks just really
thanks because thats what i want
and ms piggy is auditioning left and right getting herself into all sorts of things.
somedays i feel less important and useless
and some days i feel like everything that i know, or is my life eroding. eroding beneath me!!! eroding eroding!!!
yea life sucks
and then you die
or.....
never mind
lets leave this on a happy note.
just kidding.
that was a very dark rant and now i feel like shiiiiiiiiiiiz
it will be a less happy note, but one that is not as dark
i guesss.....
well whatever
go obama