I give up. I'm done.

I dont need people. I have my family, thats all I need.

My 'friends' are...were...great.

But there's just a few ones that sneak into this group.
And they should'nt be there.

They dont understand me and it shows.
They're a hint too sensitive.

Here's me:
I tell the brutal truth, like it or not.

Just, I'm totally sick of it.

This may sounds self-ish...but woo.
Thats what a journal is.