I tried talking about my troubles to a friend yesterday, and she responded with boohoo's and changing the subject. Too bad I was happier than a ****ing merry-go-round or I might have told her what a ***** she was being. I hate waking up to problems that weren't problems until I woke up. Sometimes I wonder why I bother staying alive for these people. They don't know what I go through for them, but does it even matter? I think my whole life might just be a waste of time. Hell, I don't even care if the world ends right now.

At least my dog doesn't judge me.