Wiped off from the face of the earth

I FRIGGIN' HATE PEOPLE WHO REMEMBERS ME JUST WHEN:

Number 1: They need to ask something.

Number 2: They see me.

Number 3: They want something from me.

You think you know who you are?I hope so. Ugh.I'm just sick and tired of reaching out to you, guys. I'm always the one making an effort to get to you. But I get almost nothing in return. Yeah, I am fully aware that I'm being such a pathetic moron with what I just said. Thanks for agreeing with me. Thanks a lot, my very good friends.

To tell you frankly, this tirade, I reckon, began from a very trivial, almost mundane, thing left for granted by friends. Now, it all seemed like a very big deal to me. I can't blame you for treating me MERELY as one of those people whom you can call when you need something. I DESERVE SOME RESPECT, you know. Not the respect I usually get from you, the thankyous, the smileys and whatever courtesy stuff you do.

I could just tear you all into fragments of bloody flesh.