To my "Friends"

I don't normally post stupid, immature things of this nature, but I really have to get this out somehow. So, here it goes.

I'm Sorry:

That I don't have a job.
That I have an unexplainable and irrational fear of public places and find it quite hard to even try to get a job.
That I offend you on a regular basis, without even knowing it.
That things you say hurt my feelings, I don't mean to be so sensitive.
That my grandma loves me and is giving me an inheritance.
That my mother and father don't work.
That I haven't had a horrible life.
That I don't know what it's like to live on my own.
That I don't have to pay a crap load of unnecessary bills.
That my dad was drafted during Vietnam and came home crazy, so I get benefits for going to college.
That sometimes, I get nice things and you don't.
That I don't understand your problems, and probably never will.
That sometimes, my problems take up most of my time and when that happens, I really don't care about your problems.
That I can't go out of my way to come entertain you when you're bored at work.
That I live so far out of town that you can't come see me.
That you don't like talking on the phone and can never call me, even when I'm going through a rough time.
That people are constantly treating you like shit, even if it isn't apparent to me that they are doing so.
That I've been the best friend I know how to be, but it's still not enough.

Obviously, it's all my fault.