2005-06-08 - 11:55 a.m.
Everything changes after you've had a gun pointed in your face.
As of late I have had a slight problem with people telling me how I feel & this is no different. People around me are strange & the longer I keep them around the stranger they become. I'm trying my very hardest not to turn into the self-diluted bitter nobody that lurks around my parts. It is quiet easy. I'm not going to let it happen though. I might even go back to the way I was years ago before I was diagnosed with clinical depression. I am so thank-ful to have this outlet to vent. I am sick of people only caring for themselves. No more. I am doing away with it all & it is not going to come back ever. I don't care. I have this friend who talks about herself ALL the time. She pokes fun at things and undermines most things that I say. I never tell her. I should if I ever get that chance. I guess I'm not really pissed anymore. Just ready & fed up. I'm sick of whining about it though.
One Love.
