An old army buddy made a nasty comment about how he was sick of seeing all of my posts because I seem like "the saddest girl in the world" and ffs he's paralyzed from the neck down (got drunk and dove into shallow water) and I should be feeling sorry for him...and then something about some girl that doesn't want to fuck him? 


My posts recently have been about how 1. I've been doing well despite everything I've been through the past couple of years, 2. missing my *best fucking friend* that passed only 9 months ago, 3. being angry at myself for missing my former best friend, that I found out wasn't a friend at all. And 1 and 3 were only a single post each. 


And now my fears have been confirmed, yet again, that I am a burden and no one really cares when I open up. So kind of him to remind me.