Allow me to be blunt. Life sucks. Or at least my experience of life so far sucks. I don't greatly care for it. I am going through stuff right now that is only made worse by certain friends who are supposed to be there and are not. I have spent so much time giving other people advice and always listening to their problems, but they're all too fucking ready to run away when I need them. People take me for granted because I joke around a lot. For that reason they think that I don't need help, ever. Because hey, if I can make jokes and stuff then I must have a perfect life...all their problems must be way bigger than mine. Bullshit. Cunts.