Blah

Another weekend of pie-crust promises. Easily made, easily broken.

You know, on one paw, I'm glad to see my friends rallying to help another friend who is dealing with problems. At the same time, It's very, very bitter - since there was nobody who gave a rat's bloody ass about me when I had the same problems, and I had to haul myself up by my bootstraps.

Feh. Must be nice - have no idea what it's like.

So sick of pie crust promises. Of lies told about feelings and beliefs, about my feelings and time dismissed like so much dust.

So tired.

Blah

Another weekend of pie-crust promises. Easily made, easily broken.

You know, on one paw, I'm glad to see my friends rallying to help another friend who is dealing with problems. At the same time, It's very, very bitter - since there was nobody who gave a rat's bloody ass about me when I had the same problems, and I had to haul myself up by my bootstraps.

Feh. Must be nice - have no idea what it's like.

So sick of pie crust promises. Of lies told about feelings and beliefs, about my feelings and time dismissed like so much dust.

So tired.

Bleh

Tired of pie crust promises. Easily made, easily broken.

And while I'm glad a friend is getting help, it's bitter as well. Where was all this help from friends when *I* was going though the same thing? Where was the people willing to help me though it?

They weren't there. Not family, not friends, not anyone except me, myself, and I. And I had to pull myself up by my bootstraps and recover. (Doubtless someone will think I'm "whining" They can blow dead penguins for all I care.)

Must be nice to have people like that to help.

So sick of pie crust promises, of my feelings and time being dismissed like so much dust. Tired of being lied to about thoughts and feelings, being told one thing and shown another

So tired

Bleh

Tired of pie crust promises. Easily made, easily broken.

And while I'm glad a friend is getting help, it's bitter as well. Where was all this help from friends when *I* was going though the same thing? Where was the people willing to help me though it?

They weren't there. Not family, not friends, not anyone except me, myself, and I. And I had to pull myself up by my bootstraps and recover. (Doubtless someone will think I'm "whining" They can blow dead penguins for all I care.)

Must be nice to have people like that to help.

So sick of pie crust promises, of my feelings and time being dismissed like so much dust. Tired of being lied to about thoughts and feelings, being told one thing and shown another

So tired