It has become all too clear to me that some of the people I thought were my friends were actually just using me to get shit they wanted. Whether it be art crap I make, pics or whatever, the point is: the moment I was unable to do something for them despite how much I thought I helped them out in the past, they'd just bounce out on me. It sux cuz I actually enjoyed talking to them. I mean whatever I'm use to it but it's still gay.
When they got depressed I'd do whatever I could to cheer them up, I thought nothing of it cuz if it's in my power to help people than I will. But the moment I got depressed and needed someone's help to pull me out of it, they had better things to do and acted like I never existed. All I wanted was someone to talk to while I was alone in darkness being torn apart by my thoughts. I guess I didn't need them to help me, but it would have meant the wolrd to me if they did.
The sad thing is I'd still give them by help if they needed it. I care too much and the world will never understand me for that. So to all my friends who are friends with me cuz they want to be, I thank you for that. And to those who wanted something in return for being my friend.... you can all eat a bowl of refried dicks!!!! If you want something from me you're gonna have to show me some fuckin' respect cuz I don't owe you anything, and I am not the fool everyone expects to play me for.
