The last few days have made me realise.

I'm disappointed in my friends. Yes, all of them. That's a very sad thing.

And why is it that I am always willing to do more for them than they are ever willing to do for me? I do have good friends; I'm the type that has few but good instead of many and superficial. I don't understand. Am I too willing? Not that it would help to know because I woudn't be able to change it.

There might be two or so friends who's conduct I can understand and therefore forgive but that doesn't change that I'm still going through a sort of pile of gunk on my own.

Super.