Friday, June 09, 2006
So now it's my damn bloody fault that I don't want to go? So now it's my fault that I have this problem of feeling uncomfortable among ___________? So it's my fault that I would be"missing out on the fun"?
You ask what the problem is. I can tell you what the problem is. It's ME. I really don't feel comfortable with people like _______. Sure, I can make meaningless small talk with them every week, sure I can laugh with them every week. But no. I can't get so up close and intimate with them. I just can't alright. You just have to respect my decision. As I respect you.
I'm pissed and I'm miserable. I don't like this. It's frustrating. Someone, tell me what to do!
All my life I have never quarrelled with any of the sisters, and just now, me and cher were shouting at each other thru sms. I was pissed, she was pissed. And she realized I was typing short and curt sentences.
I prayed to God on the way home. I told Him, if I ask any of my friends, and if any one of them agree to go, then I know YOU want me to go.
i grabbed your attention;
