ANGRY...

It's time someone said this to you, broke down and just gave you the raw, black and white truth with no glamour, no glitz. People should be tired of walking around you as if on eggshells, treating you as though you might break at the smallest hint of criticism because you know what? You're bringing this on yourself. Grow up. People talk about you behind your back and you don't even know it because you're too damn self absorbed in creating and stewing in your own misery. You've concocted this disgusting black filth that you voluntarily douse yourself in just to get the attention and sympathy of others. Well guess what? People are starting to see through it. I've seen it for a while now, but in an effort to protect what I once thought was a truly broken soul, I ignored it. I'm done with that. I'm done standing up for you. I'm done telling people there's an underlying reason. You skulk around and treat other people like shit because you think you can, because they all let you because they feel sorry for you. That's fading faster than you can imagine. The people closest to you are seeing through the sheepskin you wear day in and day out, and instead are seeing the wolf underneath. When the people who should care about you most begin to resent even the idea of being around you...where do you turn?
I've never seen someone so selfish, so bent on making other people uncomfortable. It's like you thrive on seeing other people squirm. You're not satisfied until you've succeeded in pushing away the people you need the most. You can only cheat death so many times. If everyone else is so close to giving up on your, your guardian angel that literally saved your life can't be far behind. If I didn't know better, I'd think you caused all that...on purpose...despite the rumored stories. Just for the attention. Any normal person would have been distraught after such an experience. You? You were standing there taking pictures, and making silly faces. A brush with death, for anyone else, would result in a regenerated frame of mind, a re-established passion for life. You? You're disappointed that the alternative didn't happen.
Grow the fuck up.