Valentines day is coming up and somebody gave out these sweets. I was really sad because I didn’t get one and everyone else got them (I guess I shouldn’t have gone to the library while they were all talking). Gina didn’t get one either. I think its because shes my friend. Melissa, Kate, Joanne, Audrey, and the guys probably feel sorry for me. That’s what I hate more than anything, pity.
Usually I don’t whine about the little things and stuff when I feel left out or bad or when I think people will be judgmental about what I say. Like I don’t want people to feel sorry for me if I talk about this stuff. I guess its time to let it out but Im scared. Yes, I am scared. I am scared of pity and guilt and all those assumptions. I get mad when these things happen and people feel sorry for me. I get mad at the littlest things and now I am getting ugly. Im scared of aging, approaching my guy friends without someone by me. I am scared of what they would think if they found out I hate them. They wouldn’t think at all, they would shun me out of the group of course. So I just act annoyed and drink my water.
I wish there was an advice columnist somewhere.
~Strawberry's Sadness~ Entry ends here.
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