I can see sad people

I have a friend who is all holy moly and nice sweet tweety smiles she has. But when i read the stuff she wrote, it's all just sad dung. No no, i'm not trying to make a claim here that she's being fake or putting on this facade, but i'm just wondering if she realises how seriously confused she is. It's not healthy the way things go. If this way continues, she'll break down more times than she think she might.
When i read her stuff, i felt like laughing.Not the happy kind of laughter but the i-know-what-you're-trying-to-get-at laughter. I'm sick of all this depressive people and how they try to compete with each other at being the most depressive person alive without showing you that they are trying. They wana tell you they are coping well and yet they are enticing you, begging you, to pry open their little wantons to see their rotten insides. Strange people we are sometimes.

My ears used to get pricked when someone says things like "the happiest people are sometimes the saddest people" (OK i admit, i used to say that), but now all this shit just sickens me. They're all just phonies acting strong in their weakness; showing that the shit they've been through or the shit they're going through is the worst shit ever.
I'm serious. Even if they don't tell you explicitly, you can see it in their eyes. And they all have this I've-seen-the-world kind of look and they'll tell you they've seen all kinds of people to know who's bad and who's good.
Bullshit. I'd say to hell with that. You can't possibly expect me to accept that kind of old folk crap, do you?
I mean, You've gotta be older than Jesus to know that many people, won't you?

It takes one to know other, I guess. But i'm not saying i'm proud of it now. I used to have this weird sense of pride in this dung that i have and if you wana know what ironic really means, THAT's ironic. It's like you don't wana have it and you hate to the core, and yet you sorta savour it? And feel proud about it because nobody else would probably have it or know what it's like to have it? It's actually quite sadistic. Or sadomasochistic. Ha.Ha.
And it's really quite funny if you think about it.
Every depressive dung is actually a replica of the other. They're quite like carbon copies; clones of each other. And they all dont realise it because they're so into themselves? I mean, they're all just depressive. That's just it. They can have a different culture, a different background, a different context, but the stories all the same. Line them up in a row and you get a spectrum of sad people, differing in degrees. Some just have the guts to do wrist-slitting activities; some do drugs; some lie; some just lie around sleeping all day...bla bla bla. They're all just different ways of expressing your sickness. Mere symptoms. And at the end of the day, they're all jus narcissisticly depressed.

Okay Okay. I probably sound like i'm older than Jesus, so I oughta apologise and remember to be humble.
What i'm just trying to say with all that nonsense up there is that i'm simply sick of people who try to sound like they're the most depressive person alive.I'm sick of their silent screams of desire to pour out and yet their words dont carry nuts about their sorrows. The sorrowful jargon just becomes very disjointed and very hard to digest. They try too hard to sound sad and in the end, it backfired. Some people are quite good, but it gets horrible when they know they are good. They become TOO good and end up being phony.
Hmmm...so what now?
I guess, what i can offer, like an advice or something, is that when you're sad, just say you're sad. Use the simple words first. Identify them before you progress to the figuratives like metaphors and flamboyant vocabulary. And essentially too, you've got to admit to yourself that you're sad! If you try to hide and spill at the same time, you'll look silly and phony. And if you keep on doing that, you'll realise at the end of it all, that's it's utterly tiring to strip down those walls you built around yourseld. Those glass walls. So thick and cold. Heard of the Snow Queen story before? Yeah, something like that. And the final of this end is that you'd be so tired and shocked after tearing down those walls. Cos your nakedness will be exposed and vulnerbility screams at you like a banshee. You won't know what to think; you won't know what to feel. Your mind body heart and soul becomes paralyzed with fear and you can't even judge if that's good or bad.
Hmmm....But then again. Maybe in its sickeningly ironic sense, it's good.
Because it's useful. Because then, God can swoop you up into His arms again?
I don't know. Maybe you think about it. *wink*