**You'll know if this doesn't apply to you.  If you have to seriously question if I'm directing this at you...then it probably does...**

I'll make this short and sweet.  Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.  I know that I have a tendency to invest a little too much of myself in my friends.  I'm resigned to the fact that I may very well give more than I get.  Fine.  So be it.  But fuck you for sucking the life out of me, letting me do the things for you that I have done and then flitting into non-existence.  I know my brain doesn't always function normally, I know I think and think and think and then have bounced completely neurotic shit off of you.  I know I've fucked some people over, but NEVER you.  I know sometimes I talk too much.  I know sometimes my vast store of useless knowledge is annoying as fuck.  I know my faults.  I also know I always figure my own shit out in time, and I know what I've done for you when you couldn't figure out yours.  How I have continued to call you my friend for this long boggles my mind.  I suppose I was expecting a return on my investment.  I give.  It goes two ways buddy ol' pal.  I hope you feel like fucking shit for being such a tool, you ungrateful, self-centered piece of shit.

**************As a complete aside....I'm actually quite happy.  Things are going quite swimmingly in Jess-World.  I just needed to get that shit off my chest before I exploded into a million pieces!  I don't think I've dropped that many f-bombs in a very long time!  
I am so very grateful for those of you I consider true friends, especially my hive minded one...who I am almost always sure gets it.  It amazes me how time and distance tell all.  I have friends I talk to rarely, but I know if push came to shove they'd be there.  I'd thought I'd whittled my way down to the essentials already.  I thought wrong.  And hence the above rage that I am perfectly well aware stemmed from deep, deep disappointment.
Love you!!!  ***************