I’m not paranoid. I just don’t think you like me. I don’t get invited to your little get togethers;that I’m not supposed to know about. It’s tough being friends with me, you say I can’t keep secrets. I apologies, I’m not a good liar. But hey, I don’t lie! I don’t want to be abused, lied to, hurt. I hold onto my friends so dearly; as I can’t walk, dance or drive. However I don’t need your pity. I don’t need fake in my life. Reality is hard enough. I’m not paranoid. Just a little pissed.M.S. is worse than anything you could possibly throw at me…..I’m not paranoid.