Exhausted
Right now I'm so exhausted. I don't even have much to write about. One of my stepsister's invited me to my parent's house because they were going to be there this weekend, but my parents didn't invite me. I might have gone if people had seemed more interested in seeing me or even seeing how I have been doing. But to ask for that is to ask a lot. I try not to get too upset about it or worked up over it. I just wish they seemed more interested in being a part of my life. Hey, if you're in town and my parents have the number, call me. I might decide that it's worth the time and effort. The main thing that bothers me is that my nephews / nieces could think that I don't care about them because I'm trying to avoid others in my life. I'm not trying to avoid them. Maybe they will understand when they're older. I sure hope so.
I'm going to stop rambling. At least on this blog, I am not being watched by someone who doesn't know how to live their own life, so they try to live vicariously through me (by saying that they do all the things I do, steal my poetry, my writings, my pictures). I wish they'd grow up and move on with their life. I feel pity at their stupidity, ignorance, and childishness. But I feel sorry for them if they ever feel my wrath. Because my vengeance is sweet, calculated, and very precise.
Time for bed. :)
B
I'm going to stop rambling. At least on this blog, I am not being watched by someone who doesn't know how to live their own life, so they try to live vicariously through me (by saying that they do all the things I do, steal my poetry, my writings, my pictures). I wish they'd grow up and move on with their life. I feel pity at their stupidity, ignorance, and childishness. But I feel sorry for them if they ever feel my wrath. Because my vengeance is sweet, calculated, and very precise.
Time for bed. :)
B