Cry me a freaking river. Then go DROWN in it. Seriously. You spend all your time complaining about how horrible your life is without doing a single damn thing to make it better. I think you LIKE being miserable because you thrive on getting pity from others. Well, my pity isn’t real. Every time I get another ‘woe is me’ text from you I roll my eyes and feel disgusted. But I just reply, ‘I hope things get better’ or ‘I’m sorry things are so bad’ because I don’t want to be a jerk and tell you to shut up. I still don’t want to hurt your feelings even though I’m utterly sick of your s***. Maybe if I had the balls to tell you to shut up and do something about it, you’d get mad enough at me to leave me the hell alone.