This semester killed me. The final exam period is killing me. Shit is hitting the fan and I don’t like it.

I am going to keep it very short.
Why do people take me for granted, pick on me and make fun of me all the time, and why do I have to be the target for everything…? My friends and co-workers don’t mean a thing I guess. Coming to a realization of these things was quite difficult and was hard to swallow. It may not be such a manly thing to do but crying my eyeballs out last night helped me to a certain extent. I guess men have to cry sometimes, too; they are human beings after all.

I am done. I am done with putting up with people’s crap, I am done being the “nice guy,” I am just done with life. I am not going to give my 100% to people anymore, because what happens at the end? I get screwed over with my own kindness. There’s just no incentive to be nice to people anymore. I had to realize it the hard way. Just hurts to know that people take advantage of me.

Damage’s been done.

Good day.