I should be happy.

[bodldops]

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.

............................

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.

Comments

[celebestel.livejournal.com]

*snuggles* You're not, though. And we love you. *hugs*

*huggles*

[http://users.livejournal.com/wen_/]

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.

[forceofhobbit.livejournal.com]

*hugs* As someone who's felt the same way . . . *hugs* Remember what Eleanor Roosevelt said: "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." Don't give it.

[artemis85.livejournal.com]

You can come live somewhere far away with me, and we'll both be big, fat losers. Except I'll be the big fat loser part, and you'll be the smart, witty, and overall spiffy person. =P

Seriously, though, you are, and you don't ever have to be alone.

If things get too bad, you can always talk to me. Heck, you can come visit me. Or I'll come visit you. Or you can call me on the phone, if you wanted to. Honestly, I'd do anything I could for you guys. It wouldn't be some huge sacrifice on my part, either, and I'm not just saying it to make you feel better. I mean it.

'Member that, kay? *huggles*