I already submitted my journal entry before another feeling struck me. I'm not just sad. I'm pretty damn mad. Nothing I do matters to anyone so why should I even try to be a good person? I'm always there for other people when they need a ride to take their car in for repairs or when they need someone to work until five to answer the phone at work. Who's there for me when I need someone? NO ONE. Thanks a lot, my so-called friends. I really appreciated the day I had to walk two miles to work after dropping off my car for repairs because no one would give me a ride. I really love sitting home by myself for yet another evening and then later finding out a group of people I know got together and nobody cared to invite me. Sure, you forget about me when things are going good for you but when you need somebody to do a favor for you, you suddenly remember I exist. Bite me, all of you! If this is what being a good person gets you, maybe it's time for me to become a hardened bitter bitch. Actually I think I'm already there.