No really feeling the love

i am completely and utterly combo-pissed off/stressed out/exhausted. i am sick of being the only one who works at G/SA. people are starting to use that lump of gray Jell-O that sits between the ears for something useful, like independent initiative. Tomorrow is Day of Silence. And the buttons might not be here. And I have 3 dozen doughnuts in my fridge. This would all be easier if i was getting any kind of menial support from those ellusive personalities who are supposed to be my friends, but have somehow fizzled off into nitpicking bitchfest oblivion. The only person who has helped me to stay sane at all is Orli, thank God someone gives a shit, and thanks the Gods it's her. I'm not going to apologize for behaviour. I'm angry for perfectly understandable reasons. If i've been short, too bad, because everyone's been flinging dog shit at my preverbial parade for awhile now. I don't know why certain people have decided to hate me for no reason, or ignore me, or tell me that my template is not to their particular taste can't you do anything nice and sympathetic EVER, you boring, catty, nasty women??!!!!! what the hellish flying dildo-strapped FUCK is wrong with everyone???!! I long for sane, stupid, silly conversation, not sleeping with each other, and some of the fucking consideration back that I dole out so freely, even to those who obviously don't like me, but won't say it to my face because they're cowards.So fuck you because nothing matters; especially not me and my pathetic, whiney, lonely excuse for a miserable exsistance.