Well, sometimes life sucks, a lot.

I suppose I brought a lot of my problems on my own head but then again I feel the need to complain. The first is suffering for something you can't even remember doing, I mean what the hell?! That's just harsh, but then again I suppose I should take responsibility for my actions, sober or otherwise.

Also a friend of mine is in a tight spot at the moment and I am powerless to help. I sucks so bad that after all the wrong I have caused her I try my best to help for once but I can't really do anything.

And whilst I'm on the whole suffering for something I can't even remember how about suffering for something I was born with? It is really hacking me off not being able to learn to drive, like seriously hacking me off. I have gone fore 16 years without complaining at all, just getting on with life and accepting that my eyes are fucked up but now I'm so close to snapping and no one even notices and I doubt they care.

And another friend of mine is just being their usual oblivious self, I don't think she even realises how much I value her and how much it hurts me when she just ignores me. But of course she is too busy talking to her fucking girlfriend to bother with the likes of stupid old me. Every time I'm with her I just get the overwhelming sense that she would rather be somewhere else.

I think my greatest problem is the fact that I value all my friends higher than they value me. Oh don't get me wrong, I'm sure they value me a lot, but I doubt that I'm all that keeps them from jumping off a building. Strange, I wonder if any of them know just how much they hold in their hands.