Tired. Sad. Ugh.

Why do people have to be so mean to others? I really don't get. I don't think I ever will.

It's like... there are times when a joke goes on long enough, and then it just isn't funny anymore.
There are times where it's appropriate to say something, and other times where you should act more cordial.

I MEAN, REALLY, PEOPLE. IT ISN'T THAT HARD TO SHOW SOME COMPASSION, IS IT?!

Ugh. I watched my best friend get more and more distressed because some douchebag fucktard was talking a bunch of shit.
He tells people he hates him. OK COOL. But he "only" hates him when he's acting "irrational".
Um... what?
So then, the PROPER response would be something more along the lines of, "We've got some problems. Nunya business."
But golly, wouldn't that be mature. AND WHO WANTS THAT?! EH?!

Anyway.
I am bitchy. I have never been so bitchy or intolerant in my life.
Jake kept telling me he hated me tonight. It was a really funny joke, at first. I even threw in some machete references.
But he just kept doing it. It was so fucking annoying. So we dropped him off.
HA. TAKE THAT. SWINE.

Ugh, why am I so sad?
This fucking fight with Chad has really gotten to me.
I hate it. HATE. IT.

I need a way to get out of this funk.
All I want to do is lay in bed all day and do nothing.
THAT IS NOT OKAY.