It isn't much fun to be told that you're wrong, or to feel left out or you just don't belong. And worse when you feel that you're in a bad rut, when you're down and your out, and been kicked in the gut. It's another bad day from the wrong side of the bed, and you're feeling so down that you'd rather be dead, you're not alone, we have all felt this way, that feeling you have when you hate every day, and the universe couldn't care less about you, and you never get credit for things that you do, and that person you like won't even give you the time, you feel you're invisible or covered in grime. To make matters worse you might smash your thumb, and that makes you feel the more stupid and dumb, the clouds coming in just remind you of pain, and the hurt that you feel in your body and brain,... start to fold in around and you want it to end, it would all be much better if you just had a friend. And there is the lesson, so simple indeed; There are times when you might be the friend that they need.
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