my perfect friends

Anthony, Tricia, Kelly, Vicky, Kate, and Srp have all helped me in various ways with this fucked up Batcave situation. I really, really appreciate it. Batcave aside, I appreciate it when anyone helps me. At this stage in my life, I’m a person that kinda needs help sometimes. More often than I’d like, actually.

Honestly, if I had 3 wishes in life, one of them might be to exist on a level that simply allowed me to get by without ever needing anyone’s help. I don’t know if it’s something specific about me, or something specific about some of the people in my life, but I swear to god I think I’d be better off (mentally) without the help. I feel like some people offer help for the karma it may bring them one day, but then they negate the act by hounding my ass to death over some petty shit or reminding of just how fucking altruistic they are every chance they get. It makes it really really hard for some genuine appreciation to shine through with that shit going on.

Now, if you’re sitting at your computer feeling like I might be referring to you, it seems like you’ve already answered that question for yourself. If you’ve been less than sensitive to the unbearable amount if bullshit and stress that I’m dealing with, well, stop being a douche. If you can’t even understand why I’m feeling such unbearable stress then you’re pretty far out of my loop and might not be a friend to begin with.

On the other hand, if you’ve been cool to me, understanding of my flaws, and eager to listen to what’s going on in my life… thank you. Seriously, thank you.

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