I am fucking entitled to have a mind, viewpoint, and opinion of my own.

If you don't like it, fuck off.

I've said it before.

I'll say it again.

I HATE PEOPLE WHO TIP MISERABLY.

I HATE THEM SO MUCH.

Especially when they make me a party to it.

RAAAAAAH!

Why the hell must every single department in this hospital be incompetent except for us? Give us our damn beds, stop fucking up our computer system, and let us do our damn jobs!

Bad mood? Yes. Bad mood.

And a lot of reasons for it too.

I don't have friends. Really, I don't have friends at all. I have two good friends, or friends I consider to be so, in a city of a million or so. Most other people I have met dislike me from the outset, or come to dislike me over time. I have a few more online, who generally tolerate me. The funny thing is that people don't understand that I consider this to be a serious defect or flaw in me, one I have no idea how to correct. Essentially,I'm so dysfunctional a human being I'm incapable of having normal social ties. This is a very, very serious flaw, people.

I'm tired of friends who are perfectly good to me in almost all situations, yet in a specific set of circumstances throw me to the wolves to appease a whiny, spoiled crybaby. People wonder why I feel like I don't deserve fair treatment; it's because frequently, I don't get it, to the acknolwedgment of all. I wish my existence counted for anything, when arguments are made about people being driven away or people not doing this or that, but it always means, "people who are not me." If I disappeared tomorrow, what would it matter? And yet then no one quite understands why I'm in a bad mood, when my so called friends won't talk to me and make it so I can't participate in activities they supposedly enjoy sharing with me. I'm hurt that they choose someone spiteful, cruel, and childish over me.

I'm tired of no one ever having a good word to say about me. Everyone I know is lightning-quick to point out my flaws, my mistakes, my problems. People will cheerfully recount a list of my mistakes, my flaws, to me. And then they have the nerve to get mad when I interpret "You are nothing but flaws" as "you are worthless."

Listen very carefully to this message.

If you tell me, over and over again, that I have no good points, that I am nothing but a flawed person, that IS the same as telling me I am worthless. Because a person utterly lacking in quality or value HAS NO WORTH.

Does that make sense, people? Because if it doesn't, you sincerely need to have your head checked for a deficiency in logic. If the sky is blue, don't get mad at someone for believing it's blue. And if you TELL someone the particles in the sky scatter blue light in greater amounts than other colors, don't get mad at them for believing the sky is blue.

In short, god DAMN I'm in a bad mood.