There are times when I wish that the only people reading this are people who don't know me. I have so many things to say but I can't. Not here.
I've been feeling quite depressed the last few days. I'm sure it will go away but the feeling is here right now so I have no choice but to deal with it. I really did not want to spend the weekend alone but here I am, alone. I tried going to bed several times tonight but just layed there in tears so I kept getting up to try to find something to occupy my mind. I painted a rock with a butterfly on it. Painting rocks is something best done with a friend, but none are near.
I could go the resort and talk to all of the strangers I know, but it feels too empty at the moment.
A year ago I could have gone to Laura's for the weekend, but shes out of my life now, which is a good thing for her since she seems to being doing much better without me confusing her life.
A few months ago I could have called Kari to see if she wanted to go out for Pizza or a movie or something, but shes out of my life now too, which I now realize is a good thing for me. I'm still incredibly pissed off at her because of what she did to me, but I still hurt because I really wanted and needed that friendship and she had no right to do what she did to me.
I would love to spend a day or two with Liz but no invite came. I know shes busy with school. It's weird how a cold waffle on a Saturday morning could make me feel so special. She said something so nice to me the other day that I just sat there and cried. I didn't tell her that.
I'm out of people.
Maybe somebody will call me tomorrow.
Nope, these are not all the things I have to say, they're simply the things that I've just said.