bodldops | 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.

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I told you not to get caught in that ceiling fan. It hurts! *huggles*

If you say you're strange, well, you probably are. Everybody is strange! It is hard being strange, but think how hard it would be to be un-strange. *nodnod* It's more fun to be strange anyway. You don't have to do what's expected of you.

I don't even understand why people would call you horrible. If you're horrible, I've never heard anything about it. I have 3 great role models, and they are Mrs. Doehring, Doctor Mike, and you. Ro, it means a lot to me, an awesome person like you talking to me. And you better believe it, you're awesome!

Now, go get your Martha, and hug her.