It's A Good Thing to Know...
When you know your friends really care about you, I dunno'... You just feel so much better than you did. I understand why my friends like being around me so much. I really care. But, for a while, I thought it was kind of one sided. That it was only me who cared for them. I didn't mind... Too much, any way. But, lately it's all been falling apart. My whole life was going down the drain, everything crumbling. People I cared about being attacked by so many things, all these responsibilities and stupid teachers not helping with their insensitive drillings... My only solace was sitting alone, playing my guitar until blisters were on every finger and prayer for my friends(yeah. I'm Christian and I'm not ashamed to say it)
But, today. It was the day to end it all. I was the target of a serious injustice because my art teacher's an idiot. I couldn't stand it any more. I hated everybody in my own little definition of stupidity, myself included to an extreme amount. And it didn't help that Sam is trying to get back together with her lying, cheating, stupid ex-boyfriend. I was depressed and very mad to an extreme amount today, and it really showed. But, about an hour ago, a friend of mine called to see what was wrong. And I can't stress how much it touched me just by the fact that she cared. It feels so good to know that I have friends willing to help me. Who worry about me. I don't know. I guess every now and then, yelling isn't good enough to get me from these funks. I guess it really helps to know that people really care about me. I know it sounds stupid, but it makes me feel so much better...
But, today. It was the day to end it all. I was the target of a serious injustice because my art teacher's an idiot. I couldn't stand it any more. I hated everybody in my own little definition of stupidity, myself included to an extreme amount. And it didn't help that Sam is trying to get back together with her lying, cheating, stupid ex-boyfriend. I was depressed and very mad to an extreme amount today, and it really showed. But, about an hour ago, a friend of mine called to see what was wrong. And I can't stress how much it touched me just by the fact that she cared. It feels so good to know that I have friends willing to help me. Who worry about me. I don't know. I guess every now and then, yelling isn't good enough to get me from these funks. I guess it really helps to know that people really care about me. I know it sounds stupid, but it makes me feel so much better...