Today my entry header is the word "soup", and for no other reason than I feel that I ought to put the word "soup" there. I have a rant today. It concerns this one entry i read on this one diary, and man, it made me annoyed. The person went on and on about how great of a counselor to all these people around them, and how they couldn't be sad and stuff because they couldn't let their depressed little friends down. It made me more than a little mad, because at the end the person was all "no, i don't want any thanks, etc etc." Obviously, if you write all about your loverly virtues in every single diary entry, you want someone to say something nice about you badly enough to try and pass yourself off as the all amazing (yet still kind of humble and willing to fund the depressive club) so that someone WILL. Also, half the people on this site don't even come on here to read about how great your life is, and how great you are, if they came for support they would talk to their friends, or something. Chances are nobody wants to hear the joyful story of your life (but it has sucha hidden and traumatized past) and how, thankfully, you joyfully bear this burden because your smile made a difference in somebody's life today and oh, it's too bad you can't talk about your awful day on here because, gee, someone might see it and drink arsenic. Bullshit. Bitch all you want. About what you want. Stop pretending you hold the world on your shoulders and you shelter the world's lost and saddened in your bosom. Because it doesnt make anyone feel better. It just makes them barf. Man. I think I'm just bitter. Or a hypocrite. Or both. Blah. Get out of my nose.