You know there's something wrong with me.So you ask me what it is that is bothering me.Then you say "That sucks."Yeah, thanks. You think I didn't know that. Obviously that's why I'm mad, because it sucks.The least you could do is try to help.No, instead you'd rather go to the mall with all your other friends and you don't even think about inviting me. I'm not saying you had to, but it would have...