Life in a Glass House

Once again, I am having trouble with my only friend. Well, three of them. Kind of shows what a screw up, I am. With my luck, I'll probably end up friendless. Not like I really care, though. I'll occasionally miss someone to talk to, but essentially I can do that to a wall. But I'm just sick of the loneliness and the guilt I have for destroying my friendships. I tend to be brutally honest but what the hell? When I tell people the truth, they get mad at me and when I tell them a lie, they get mad at me. What exactly do people want? It's like I move in one direction and something shatters and if I move in another one, another thing shatters. I'm really tired of it. Of it all. Well, of course, I would like to sit and chew the fat but I can't. So bye.