How people can feel so shitty to the point they gotta make others feel shitty. Why is it for them to do certain things or act a certain way but if you do it, it's completely wrong. Why do you have to feel bad about trying to be comfortable with someone. Why do you have to solely make the sacrifice? What if I want to be selfish? What if I want to be a good friend to the person you've deemed off limits? What the fuck makes you more special than I? Why do you make this some sort of sick power play? Do you not realize it hurts; that it's manipulative? Maybe you should pick yourself up and shine on your own so that regardless of who's next to you, you're still you. Why must we say or express everything that happens between us when no one knows what happens between you two? Am I asking for alot? Am I whining? Is it okay to have these feelings of anger over how you're acting? I don't fucking know anymore. How do I start to feel better? Where do I start? Do I put my foot down and become the bitch so that when you ask I can say you're not okay and you're the ultimate reason why this is happening? How do you do that? I'm drowning in an ocean of doubts and problems, I want to fix them, but somehow, some way you will still be upset. Fucking grow out of it. Deal with your fucking issues. I'm over it . I'm done. I'm done losing, I'm done forgiving, I'm done, being stepped on. I'm done being the friend that's there and that tries so hard for those who wouldn't try the same for me. Why do I have to go miles out of my way for people. Why give me that trait. The ridiculously nice and giving trait. The one that they take advantage of until you're nothing but a head rolling around the dirt. Ugh, I'm so mad. And all I get is a well you don't seem to mind his company. I FUCKING DON'T. HE'S MY FRIEND, I CARE. I DON'T THINK OF HIM AS AN OBJECT. I understand that if he's not here, you don't stress out. You're okay, but at the same time you're not. Because you'll never be that open with me either. Do I matter to someone like that? Can I honestly say I have a best friend? I'm not fucking sure. And that hurts. It hurts alot. And here I am, still awake, and wondering, what about me damn it. What about me?