Here Again
Whatever contentment I might have felt was thoroughly shot down last night. Once again, I feel like the odd one out and it's through no fault but my own.
After hearing a bit of noise, I left my bed to find Charlie and Veruca. This alone was a strange happening as I haven't seen Charlie up and about in quite some time--not to mention he was loitering around in an area that was specifically marked 'girls', but I digress. They were drinking and, in my attempt to try and fit into things, I took an offered 'jell-o shot'. I didn't have more than a small sip as it was blueberry and made me feel quite ill, but the alcohol had an effect nonetheless. I suppose having never had a drink before, my tolerance is fairly low. I'd like to keep it that way.
Upon recieving the small buzz, the drunk duo informed me that they were going to search for a swimming pool and something about marshmallows. Had I been in a finer state, this would have been enough to make me turn down the invitation. We ended up finding the fruit extract room, which was apparently good enough to swim in. My mind was cleared only slightly by that time but I'm sure, had the next chain of events not happened, I would have probably joined them.
Veruca, in her drunken stupor, joked of my "fragile and winning mind". It didn't take long for me to go into a fit and leave the two to their own devices. I simply couldn't take the comment referring to my distasteful past ( though I do remember getting miffed over being called fragile as well ). Diary, I'm not that person anymore! What I was forced to live under to avoid my mother's otherwise degrading words. I had to become far better, for I simply couldn't take hearing her vast disappointment after the Golden Ticket incident. That is life I came here to break away from. Easier said than done.
On that note, I suppose I'm not being fair. No one really knows the full extent of my homelife, only that I find my mother to be a very overbearing person. It just isn't something I see fit to disclose right now, if ever. They'd probably assume I was simply fishing for sympathy anyway.
I hate being so down. There's already more than enough depression and angst floating around this factory and I certainly don't feel like adding to it.