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I should be happy.
I've got my stories onto 'Stories of Arda'... one of the reviewers really liked how I write. I'm going to be the center ref for two under-10's soccer games on Saturday. I'm going to get to see M&C again tomorrow. It's Friday tomorrow. I have a kitten who I think likes me. Doctor Peter is going to write a letter of rec for me for vet school.
So why am I not happy?
I'm tired of being the odd man out. I'm tired of being the strange one. I'm tired of being told how horrible I am.
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I'm probably over-reacting. I'll look at this tomorrow, or Saturday, and consider deleting it. But right now, I'm wishing I lived somewhere very far away, and by myself, with only my kitten, so no one could tell me what a big, fat, loser I am.
Like I don't tell myself that a half-dozen times a day at least. Sheesh.
So why am I not happy?
I'm tired of being the odd man out. I'm tired of being the strange one. I'm tired of being told how horrible I am.
............................
I'm probably over-reacting. I'll look at this tomorrow, or Saturday, and consider deleting it. But right now, I'm wishing I lived somewhere very far away, and by myself, with only my kitten, so no one could tell me what a big, fat, loser I am.
Like I don't tell myself that a half-dozen times a day at least. Sheesh.