I never seem to be happy with my friends. Sure, I get along well with my old friends, but sometimes I just am fed up with my new ones. While the old ones could like multiple things at the same time, the new ones were linear in comparison. They liked one thing in particular. Not to say they were boring, but just... mildly uninteresting at some points. Whenever they talked about things that had happened before I met them, I felt crushed, especially when I was the one inviting them over. Even when I celebrated my birthday with them, they wouldn't stop. After all, they couldn't, because they weren't completely "friends" with me. Sure, they were the farthest from hating my gut, but we didn't have perfect exposure.
It also bothered me when I stated an opinion and they wouldn't listen. Being the oldest of the friend group, I had a mindset that I was meant to be leader. I didn't have this freedom in my previous friend group, and apparently not here either. Whenever I told them they shouldn't be doing something when my parents were around, they kind of ignored it. Something went off in my head, starting to re trigger a not so long forgotten depression because of my frustration.
If any of my friends are reading this, I'm sorry I'm a stubborn, depressed fuck.
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A Shot at One Shots
SaggisticaHere's a bunch of stories about my sad existence. It can range from me complaining about my friends to actually being happy.
