it's been an erratic bunch of weeks, pile high in garbage and fleeting sentimentalities. u only ever get angry when you feel unjustified, and then you get even more angry when u think ur doing a grave miservice: they don't owe u anything.
They don't owe it to you, to make u happy.
They don't owe it to you, to be decent.
They don't owe it to you to like you back.
They don't owe it to you to keep in touch.
They don't owe it to you to remember your birthday.
They don't owe it to you to listen to you.
Most importantly though, they don't think like you do. They will not see the world the way you do. In being unique you are doomed to be as lonely as a snowcone in the dessert. With the heat of everyday melting you a little bit every day, shedding light on all ur inner most fears and loathings... you realize the only one you ever really have in this big blue ball of a planet is yourself. And if you don't like yourself... well, too bad.