I am much happier anywhere else than with my friends. They cast me in the role of the depressed chick And force me to act accordingly. Yet they ignore the fact that they are inflicting this upon me. To them, it is all my fault I'm like this. No no no no no It's not like that at all. I want to be happy. I want to tell you funny stories. I want to smile. But they won't have it. I let them do this to me. I play along. I bury my head in the sofa. I never have comebacks for their sarcastic remarks. I give them a small smile and look down at the floor. I told them a bit of this tonight. They said I was wrong. Apparently, they know me better than I know myself. Apparently, they know how I act when I'm not with them. Apparently Kelsey, you are stupid so stop talking.