Jun 13, 2012 02:04
Sometimes it feels like my value as a friend is limited to how much I can enthuse after someone else's interests, or comfort them when they're upset. When my life goes badly, when I face disaster, or am simply depressed and just want to find something to make my mood better, it seems like I'm on my own.
Sometimes it seems like it's when I'm upset that other people are incapable of not going out of their way to pick fights, start arguments, or generally make my day even worse. It's like life is telling me just to get it over with already.
I'm tired of pretending everything's fine so I can hand out comforting shoulderpats and tell everyone else everything they're going through will pass, when I spend most of my time debating if it would be less painful just to put a gun to my own head.