I feel like such a jerk sometimes. Things are shaping up in all sorts of wonderful ways for bunches of my friends, and although I'm really happy for them, it then leaves me feeling lousy and lonely. This is ridiculous, and horrible.
And I'm too funky to even write anything good and artistically worthwhile about it. If I have to be mopey, why can't something productive and creative come out of it?
Someday I'll manage to grow up. But this seems to be my major area of weakness. And certain people are going to see this and get over-cuddly and it will, I predict, be all the wrong people. Because my life just seems to work like that. I don't want pity, and I don't want to be an excuse for people to feel like they're being good and sweet and wonderful for taking care of me.
Sorry folks- I needed to vent
And I'm too funky to even write anything good and artistically worthwhile about it. If I have to be mopey, why can't something productive and creative come out of it?
Someday I'll manage to grow up. But this seems to be my major area of weakness. And certain people are going to see this and get over-cuddly and it will, I predict, be all the wrong people. Because my life just seems to work like that. I don't want pity, and I don't want to be an excuse for people to feel like they're being good and sweet and wonderful for taking care of me.
Sorry folks- I needed to vent