at least there's pie.
we have "family" dinners like everyweek now. Where its me, my mom, brother, sister, mom's fiance. his daughter, and my moms best friend. they all come over and we have a big dinner. and then afterwards everyone sits around the table and talks about wedding plans. except me. i dont know if its because they're talking about wedding stuff or if its just because they bored the shit out of me. but i always seem to sneak out after the meal and into my room. i'm the only one who leaves. but what's the point of staying? everyone at that table feels the need to gang up on me just because im the youngest. they have no interest on what i have to say. i cant even get a whole sentence out before i am interrupted. and to be perfectly honest i dont think they even notice im gone.
i just want to get in my car and drive. just drive. with no particular place in mind. although, i know where i'd end up. the blue canoe, thats where. there's someone special there. he gives me the time of day. unlike everyone else in the world, even my so-called "family". i wonder if we'll ever be more than friends. i wonder, i really do.
i love the weekends. everyone leaves. and sometimes B.C. guy comes and spends the night. i live for the weekends. thats when i feel like im living.