yay for everyone but me
So yay I'm happy for everyone...except me. Everybody is meeting new people, branching out, having fun, and I'm not. Well, I'm having fun with the people I know...but I don't ever meet anyone. Everybody has moments with people....I have moments with squirrels. Fun right? Oh and I can't forget about the dead leaves..and that one awkward moment with the hair tie that flew at me. Seriously. I don't talk to people...or is it that people just don't talk to me. Oh well. Either way, I am happy for everyone, I'm just depressed because I have no one here. It makes me want to curl into a ball and never leave my room. It fucking sucks. Everyone gets super excited about meeting new people, and I'm depressed about having the person I care about at home. Oh well, tough shit. Even though I hate tapioca, this is definatly one of those times when life doesn't throw you tapioca. arg. Sometimes I just get so frustrated when all I want is to be happy for everyone. People meet people and that's wonderful. I guess I just feel like if everybody goes off and meets new people, I'll be left behind because I'm definatly not meeting new people, and that squirrel I had the moment with doesn't even like me. I'm done bitching. maybe I should make this entry private so nobody reads it...I kind of don't want them knowing. Oh well. Tough shit. I'm in a bad mood anyways, so I guess I don't care.