I'm done being happy for people.

For serious. I don't know how many people I've told "i'm so happy for you!" and meant every single one...when something good happened in their life...and not a single one of the people I was so happy for since the new year has said anything remotely close to me.

What's the point of caring for people when nobody cares about me?
Why do I listen to people's problems, yet feel sooooo guilty making them listen to mine?
peh...

Your problems aren't more "problemful" then mine...not saying mine are more "problemful" then anyone else...but meh... whatever really.
Actually, sometimes, my problems are more problemfull and stressful, but I don't bitch to everyone and anyone who will listen to them... I just write them down some place, or vent to a (as in ONE) friend who I know won't mind listening to me, because I listen to him....It's weird..I have only met him once, and talked to him online for a year before I met him...

ON a better note, Donald found his Three Days Grace CD...yay! (I'm listening to it for the second time in a row right now)

Oh, also on a better note, in case you didn't know by now.. I got a job, again.. working at copying medical records...making good money..which i hope to be able to save up fast. ...but I don't know for what right now.. first clothes I guess.. to "Adult" up my clothing...