And here it goes again.

Sometimes this feeling comes over me where i feel as though its me against the world. I can take care of myself. I'll figure out how to live on my own. The whole world is against me but i don't give a shit. I can live this life all on my own. I don't need friends, I don't need a companion, I don't need anybody. Just me. Who else can i trust the most to take care of me besides me?

Friends sometimes can be overrated. I appreciate my friends. I just learned not to depend on them. I don't need their advice. I don't need their help most of the time and I certainly don't need their guidance.

I have often said, i don't know what I'll be doing in the future. But usually, this is what i picture : I stay in a studio apartment. 1 bed, just enough room for me. I wake up, breakfast, workout, shower, drive to work, earn some money, and then back to my apartment. I can live like that. With television, internet, and a steady income, what's wrong with that kind of life? I'll still have a few friends, go out once in a while. But most of the time, just on my own. I like to think of me as a person who won't care about other people's problems and in return, i simply ask you guys not to care about mine.

I hate it when people try to show sympathy towards me. I don't need sympathy. I always felt as though when people pity you, its an insult. If i don't ask for your help, who are you to give it? I like it when people are straight with me. Something about me you don't like? Say it to my face. Find me annoying? Just tell me. Think I have flaws i need to fix? Lay them out for me. I hate it when people put on fake smiles and lie to your face. I didn't ask for you to care about my feelings. My feelings are mine to control. I've already dealt with the fact that the world is unfair and that everyone is gonna put me down and I'm fine with that!

Life is hard, i get that, so let me face it on my own. I rather have the harsh reality than the fake puffy fantasy that people try to place in my heads. When i'm down, don't tell me everything will be alright, tell me my mistakes and that I am stupid for letting them happen. Tell me to my face that i am bad at something and i won't do it again. I think i have a pretty strong immunity towards hard truths and even if i don't take them well. I won't tell YOU people about it. I will go home and face the problems head on by MYSELF!

Don't try to pity me. Let me be. I can handle myself pretty well. My problems are MY problems. Not yours, mind your own business.