I hate people. A lot. No really. They're so dramatic about their own lives and when they're in need everyone must console them. But if you happen to be the one who is usually doing consoling, when it's your turn to be consoled, in a moment of drama, passion, whatever it may be, they turn on you. You're scum, there must be something wrong with you, you need to stop whining and get on with your life.
Hypocrites.

If I'm angry, I'm angry. Deal with it. If I'm sad, or god forbid, depressed, let me have it. Maybe try returning the favor?