I don’t know what to do.

I really can’t handle melodramatic and overly-sensitive people. I’ve seen so much bullshit in my  short 20 years of living. What is up with people falling apart and having a series of mini meltdowns every single day over stupid shit? I’m fat. I’m unattractive. I’ll never be successful. I’ll never find love here. I like randomly bursting in tears and ruining the whole outing because everything is about me, me, me! No one is sad but me! Africa is suffering from poverty, and there’s a war in Iraq, BUT I AM SAD BECAUSE I AM FAT! Why are some people constantly putting themselves down and making something out of nothing?

I’m your friend. I will be there for you whenever (and I mean it, whenever!) you need me. But friends are supposed to give support, a little guidance and encouragement. As a friend, I’m not supposed to watch you fall apart over the same stupid shit almost everyday and pick up your shattered emotions. Clearly, you are a scatter-brain pigeon. You never see the invisible glass. Whenever you fly, you have to hit it. Every single time.

There’s that and there’s people who think they’re friends with you. I met you once. We had a nice chat about fantasy novels and art. Things could’ve gone further from there. But why do you suddenly think that it’s okay for you to text me about your sexual confusion/frustration RIGHT AFTER that encounter? It’s not my fault you don’t trust a single [real] friend of yours to open up with. What makes you think it’s okay to open up to ME?! A complete stranger! At the end of the day, you have to face the fact that neither of us put any effort to make this a friendship worth the value. So don’t expect me to be a “friend” just because we had a nice chat.

Another stupid encounter happened to me recently. I was introduced to someone (not in person though). We got to know each other via text. Which doesn’t count, really. We were about to meet but I cancelled last minute (douchy, yes). But I had to! I apologized for that. But nooo! The bitch had to have a complete breakdown. Apparently that individual left their habitat 1:15 hour before the time we were supposed to meet, and postponed their FLIGHT (oh yes) because they saw a lot of potential.

What? WHAT? You can’t make that shit up.

I swear to God you guys, no offense to you or to my amazing friends, but I come across the weirdest people sometimes. I like weird. My friends are weird. But this is just outer-worldly. I really don’t know what to do. If I tolerate, then I’m a mat. If I’m brutally honest, then I’m a bitch. If I become honest (with a nice attitude), then I’m still a bitch.

“The bigger the bitch, the bigger the heart.”