Let me preface this up. I am not currently feeling suicidal. Very much the opposite. You can consider this a cry for help if you want to. This is more of a venting. Take it how you feel, but frankly, I don't care.

I give up when it comes to friends. Although I appreciate the things they do for me, more often than not, it leads to disappointment. All I expect from my friends is that they occasionally talk to me and that's about it. If they make plans and don't include me, oh well. I'm going to just stop making plans altogether, this way I won't have to feel the massive depression that comes when they cancel.

Although yesterday was fun with a good friend and multiple stops at various ice cream places in the region, once I got home, all I wanted to do is retreat to the safety of my bedroom. My bedroom is the only place I feel truly safe anymore. I will be social if I'm pressed, but don't ask me to plan something, cause I just don't care anymore.

If you want to include me in your plans, back it up and follow through with it, otherwise, it's not worth it. In the long run, do that too many times, and well, maybe you're not worth being friends with.

Comments welcome. Flames will be told to GTFO.