irony?

its strange isnt it, how one can be close to someone for a minute and not know the person at all the next...or how someone can like another and tt person longs for someone else... or even how we r close to pple but dont really know who there r...and also how different we really r inside compared to what we show..
how can one be so happy one moment and feel like bursting into tears the next..why is it tt sometimes when ure surrounded by a big grp of pple u feel so lonely and yet with a small grp u feel its crowded? and even like how the only one who can make u stop crying is the one who made u cry?
and why do the pple who keep wanting u to call so irritating and clingy, and the ones who dont, the ones u miss the most and want to call? why is life so unfair? y do pple get and have everything and u dont? argh y m i so bitchy to some pple and r so nice to others?
u think i care abt what u r talking abt? i used to...but after so much time wasted jus listening to u go on and on abt ur life and me saying nothing but "yah".. how interesting is tt? i dont mind if u r talkative but its too much..all u ask for is someone to say "yah" wont a tape recorder do the same? u dont need me at all..all u want is a punching bag, an out, a way to escape and make urself feel better by insulting others..hope u will realise u are actually doing..this refers to only on person..and if u read this u may not even know its meant for u..man im so bloody bitchy