Not very often do I do things for myself. I do things for other people and to make sure people are happy.

I made a decision this weekend, hoping that it would get me a friend back. It would give me a chance to talk to someone who I truly missed having in my life, even with all the problems we went through. We were such good friends, and he screwed up, but I’m not gonna hold that against him. Yeah he may seem like a total douche, but he was someone I enjoyed calling my friend.

Now I feel like I hurt someone in the process, and I wish I never even did it.

I hate when my emotions get the best of me. I’m just trying to make things right, and I’m sorry if I hurt the other person in the process. It wasn’t intentionally done. But no, I can never be happy, clearly. Because everything I do either gets criticized for or I make someone unhappy. Why do I care so much? Because I’m a good person.

Sorry that I can’t make everyone happy 24/7 and need to do things for myself once in a while.