So, let me explain something; I appear to be the guy that all my friends talk to and bitch about their problems to. Usually, I haven't got a problem with this, I'm a good listener and I can offer sound advice. Last night, however, I found a downside to being the guy everyone can talk to. If I come back with any problems of my own to complain about, is it so wrong of me to expect a little fucking sympathy in return? Yes, apparently. I lost my bank-card at 4:30 this morning to a goddamn cash machine. Fucker ate it. I go back to Uni tomorrow, and I have no access to any money whatsoever without that card. I basically need it to be able to live. So I come back in a shitty mood about this. I don't take it out on anyone, I just let it be known I'm in a shitty mood. And instead of any kind of sympathy, I get the 'my life is worse than yours' from FOUR of my so called friends.

I'm a firm believer that life is indeed a bitch, but fucking hell.