Well.

Let me be confused. Let me not know what I want. I'm sorry that I'm unhappy in a time that's inconvienient for you. It's inconvienient for me too. Don't tell me that I will lose all my friends because I am confused and unhappy and contradicting myself. If that's the kind of friend you want to be, fine. If I lose friends because I am not entitled to be in a bad state of mind, then I guess I didn't want them anyway. But it's not all of them. It's one. I'm sorry that my personal trauma is pissing you off.