6/10/08

I am Jack's lonely abandoned ego.

I love my friends. Really I do. But today...


I hate them.

I'm so sick of doing tons of stuff for them and being there for them. Mrs. Reliable. Mrs. Responsible. Mrs. Punctual. And all I get in return, is bailed out on. Forced to wait without notice. Forced to sit here, not knowing what's going on, and just be hunky-dory about it. I'm sick of it. If I'm even a few minutes late [because of work or mom] I'm made to feel unbelievably guilty. But if they're late, I'm supposed to accept it.

Today was supposed to be a good day. It's noon and I'm already in tears. {expletive} this.