So I had handwritten a blog entry to put in here the other day but for some reason, I just didn't get around to it and I wasn't sure why. Call it a hunch that I would soon regret it if I did. And boy was I right. You know when you suffer a disease you tend to have a heart and feel an overwhelming sense of compassion for those who suffer the same as you. But what about when you realize that the person is just bat shit crazy and there's absolutely no hope for them. That everything going on with them is because of their own actions. I'm proven right in that sense every time. That they turned out to just have motives for their generosity and when things don't go their way they turn into Jeckle and Mr. Hyde. I always wondered how we could hate it each other and then befriends so quickly. Maybe at the time, I was just looking to someone more fucked up than I was so that I didn't have to feel so shitty about my own life.