You know its bad enough that I've had the hugest headache since I freaking woke up, only to move to a place 300 miles away from the 60 mile radius of where I called home, where the weather is crappy, the parents hate me, and the one person I know can't stay around me too long without setting off his dad's Baby-Alarm, I cry myself to sleep at night, my hamster now hates me for some reason, and I still have no idea where I live and yet am being forced to get security benefits and a job and and medicare and all kinds of other crap I've never even THOUGHT about before... *breathes*

And suddenly my best friend is turning on me because apparently I don't want to talk to her. GEETHANKS.

It's not like I could help the fact I fell to a coma at the bottom of my cousin's stairs you certainly don't need to go making me feel even worse than I already do. Oh right I forgot.

Its all about you, ain't it.

Cause in the end everyone wants to leave you, they either decide they hate you or they die [hm now how sad is that... *keeps the anger in*], so naturally I have to be exactly like them don't I? Cause I fell down the stairs and ended up in a coma for a few days and don't really want to talk to anyone.

Well jee hun, what the hell am I meant to tell you, "So the weather in lala-coma-land is nice... don't worry, I JUST STOPPED BREATHING TWICE its not a big deal or anything..."

I hate you.

Above all, above anything else, moreso than I freaking am depressed as all god dag snat right now, I. Hate. You.

You wonder why people hate you?
You wonder why they always leave you?
BECAUSE YOU PULL SHHH LIKE THIS AND EXPECT THEM TO BE A-OKAY WITH IT AFTERWARD!
SOME PEOPLE AREN'T AS STUPID AS I AM!

-.- I digress.
You aren't my problem anymore.
I'll let your girlfriend handle it.
Cause obviously, I can't anymore.
Which is stupid.