Just a very bad day yesterday, and in-between getting lied to and getting yelled at, one has to wonder exactly how many multiple ways people have taken a broken heart, or what variety of circumstances blended together people have had to choke down and accept or at least just take in.

I've got a friend in the mental ward, a life not quite worth writing about, and a friend saying goodbye as a whole and it's

well, I want to type "too much" but it's far from it. Still, that doesn't mean I have to like it. And it hurts my feelings, a lot. How else would I take it, after all? Jeez. As if you could possibly expect any other outcome.