I hate it when people are nice to me. I know I should be grateful for my wonderful friends who want to make me feel better but it frustrates me. It feels like they're just doing it to feel better about themselves, I know it isn't. It reminds me that I'm falling short as a friend. I cant be there for them. I cant start conversations or tell them I love them because it freaks me out. And they're so patient when they should hate me for all of that. I have no right to be mad about it but I am.