My mom has it in her head that whenever I bring up ANYTHING that she should bring up my friends from YSA. You know, the great and wonderful people who I haven’t seen since February and who haven’t talked to me since the same time. Yeah, the ones who don’t check to see what’s going on in my life and see why I dropped off the planet. The people who made my mom’s near death experience in November sound like a little 24-hour bug. The people who made me walk in the rain and the dark by myself while in pain and crying. Oh, and the people who laughed at my extreme pain in February. Yes, those wonderful people who I am supposed to drop everything and go hang out with because we all happen to go to the same church. I’m sorry, but I don’t feel like they actually want me around when I’m there. My sense of humor is not appreciated. I can’t speak my opinion at all. I have to go to whatever they want to do, and when I ask if we can do something that I like, I get ignored. Or, even better, we make plans to do said thing, and then they cancel on me at the last minute. These are the people I’m expected to hang out with all the time? These people who make me want to kill myself because I feel so alone when I’m around them? I think not.
I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama. View all posts by Janet Morris