So this is probably going to be one of those huge personal rants that  you don’t want to read.

I’ve had a lot of shit happen to me in the past three/four months. I’ve also had some great friendships here on Tumblr suffer due to my emotional and mental stability, it seems. Some are either giving me the cold shoulder, or just acting really strange around me, and I’ve fucking had it. Why can’t you just tell me what the fuck I did wrong so that we can get over it and move on, or I can just fucking forget we were ever even friends and be done with it, because I’m honestly tired of wasting my time dwelling on it.

If I wasn’t supportive in the way you expected me to be, I’m sorry, but given the criteria of what I was supposed to be ‘supportive’ over since I’d just lost a friend only months before, can you really blame me for how I reacted? Well, obviously you can since you get all weird and shit when I try to talk with you and iron out our differences.

I don’t know if my group of friends is becoming more defined as I age because they can stick with me through the bullshit that is my life, or because they’re truly genuine. Probably both. I’m not saying that I don’t make mistakes, but if you know someone is clearly working on mental stability, and you drop bombs on them, don’t expect them to take them well. I can’t count how many hours I’ve sat here, in this chair, and wondered if I was really as truly bitchy and defective as some people say. If you know me for who, and for everything I am, I am by no means a saint.

Honestly, I just wish people would be cut-and-dry with shit, you know? Either just fuck off or stay in my life and try to be my friend. Don’t fucking torture me. I’ve been through the mill, and I really don’t need your bullshit petty mind-game on top of what I’m trying to work out, okay?

Okay.