I am scared. So scared, and I have always wanted to be brave, and I have always failed at that. I like home. I like sitting with my books. I have no reason to feel so sad, so alone. My family is not very big-my mom, my two year old labrador Aidan and my books of course. And my best friends. Even though my mom and I have moved so far apart emotionally, that we are practically strangers. I tell her things, she tells me her stuff but my mom shields her heart. Always has since my dad died nineteen years ago.
We always end up fighting. We can't engage in any conversation without it ending in a fight. But she loves me and I love her. I want to make her proud. Want to give her a reason to be proud of me. I have a set goal, I have dreams and I... it wasn't like I had a very big social circle ever. But in school I had best friends. Three amazing best friends. I am lucky enough to still have them, but I can't go on being sad in front of them always. I want to be optimistic and not so sad anymore.
School is over, of course and I am in college. And I am so so lonely. I am not unkind. I never refuse to help. I am always smiling, people talk to me and are on first-name basis when we have exams and when they want answers. And I tell myself, that its okay that they will talk, that even if they didn't, I'd have Aidan and my book. I have always, always tried to make everyone happy. I have been careful of hurting anyone's feelings. I am so sorry. I don't know what to feel?
Am I being silly and self -centered? Am I overreacting over the fact that I sit in class and see them talk to each other but not to me that I might miss college and no one even asks me why, that they make fun of me and my clothes and my shoes and my books. I should not care. I just... needed someone to talk to. Someone to give me answers because I can't find them anywhere.