Party of One

I hate those days when I feel like no one wants to talk to me, be around me, deal with me, listen to me, spend time with me or have anything to do with me. Today has definitely been one of those days.

For starters, I've sent texts that have received no reply. I'm not needy and I'm not angry, but I know you have your cell phone on you. It's practically superglued to your hand. Therefore, I know I am being ignored. Oh how I hate that.

This wouldn't be such an awful, lonely predicament that I've gotten myself into if this wasn't a complete reenactment of last weekend. Friday night through Sunday is supposed to be the time I look forward to. If this is so, why oh why am I wishing for Monday morning to roll around? Maybe I just like torturing myself.

It's in times like this, times that I am sitting in my bed on a Friday night blogging, that I think to myself, I need new friends, more friends, younger friends, older friends. Contradictions, right? This little Gator Town is lacking in best friends for me. Majority of the people I am closest with don't live close by and those who do share my genes.

It's in times like this that I need to be older. I need to fit in as the little sister, not the baby sister. Twenty-one, please get here fast. Maybe then my weekends won't be so lonely.