Hello Welcome to Hell.
So I quit smoking thanks to Chantix. I’ve had a few nightmares so far. But I’ve also stopped smoking so its a bit of a toss up so far. No problem and so far its been rather easy easy.
I have been really depressed lately. That means I need someone to talk to. But I thought that’s what friends were for. How does the song go anyway?
“In good times and bad times…blah blah blah” but apparently I have been misinformed my entire life. Friends aren’t a give and take relationship. Apparently friendship is all about the good times.
According to who has been my best friend for years I am whining too much about my home life and instead of just leaving the situation im staying in it. That I just want to be miserable.
That’s not true. I want to be happy. I want to have friends and money a d a thriving blog with paying readers or sponsors or something but reality says “time is a factor in all things.”
Maybe he has his own problems and doesn’t want mine too. But who doesn’t have their own problems? I dont know. He has done this before and chooses when I am at my lowest point to pull this shit. Maybe I am not worthy of friends.