I sat alone at lunch today for the first time in years
That was a slap to the face...
I guess I can never really escape that part of my past after all, huh? I thought I was long past the days of having literally 0 friends... but NOPE!
THANKS REALITY FOR HATING MY ATTEMPTS OF EXISTENCE!
I'm not the depressed fifth grader that was praying for things not to go wrong like they did in third grade only for things to be worse than then. I'm stronger, I'm better, I know who I am. I'm not the girl who's only friend was the counselor that moved after a few months.
AT LEAST I TRY, YOU KNOW? At least I'm not like the other people who gave up when things went wrong! I try, but NOOOOOOO REALITY JUST LOVES TO MAKE THE FACT THAT I'M NOT NORMAL EVEN AMONG OTHER NOT-NORMALS MORE AND MORE APPARENT.
Per usual I'm alone again... I should learn to stop trying when it comes to "friendship" shouldn't I? It's not like friendship even lasts. Even if I DO ever make TRUE friends it's not like they'll stay around forever. As military kids we'er all bound to move every couple of years.
Damn human social needs. They can go rot in hell with my emotions that continue to fail me when I actually sort of want them.
(Sorry for small rant I have nowhere else to scream at reality and myself)
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Becca's Book of Randomness: The Sequel
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