I'm a terrible friend.

Sure, there is that rare occasion where I help you out or do something for you. But really, I'm just a horrible friend with personality disorders. I have a dominance-induced passive-aggressive behaviour, and my compliments are like RM1000 bills - they don't exist.

My friends all have to endure the insults and mean comments I say impulsively. My verbal diarrhoea always hurt people deep down inside, and when I don't speak people cower in fear.

To girls, I'm too much of a guy and too mean to be one of them. To guys, I'm too much of a girl to be one of the guys. I'm basically my own gender, a totally new species whereby said species has friends but hardly anyone close.

I don't tell anyone about anything deep down. I'm not like one of those girls who pin their emotions on their tongue. Sure, I explode. That's what humans do. We explode.
But when explosions happen within the majority of the human race, they have friends who somehow get it. Maybe I don't make sense now, but just wait.
When you're rolling in the pits of your near-demise, let's see how many people will grab a chair and listen. They don't speak, they don't pat your back. They just sit there, listen to you and let you lie on their shoulder when you're done crying.