Delilah, I understand exactly what you said about
your mom calling you a mole. I have a 2 bedroom house; my parents have the biggest room, and the other my mom uses for her crafts and storage, so I get the basement. I love it because it's so big and I can be completely alone if I really need to, but it really is like a cave; there are no windows at all down here. My mom gets on my case all the time because I spend so much time down where there's no sunlight, just reading my books or being on the computer, and I don't really go outside that much at all.
I love my ballet, but there's so much drama in life right now. L is always complaining and grumbling that she didn't get better parts, so everyone is getting fed up with her. A and E are mad at eachother because when A was dating B, B cheated with E, and then when E was dating B, B cheated with A. C hates E because she is a hypocrite and is just a ***** sometimes. C is the biggest attention ***** I've ever met, and she'll do anything to get it, wether it be good or bad attention. And that's just my close friends at dance. Plus we've got our
opening shows this weekend. I get migraines all the time, and a few years ago I screwed up my knees really bad, so it makes it even harder to dance. Then I just had the one year anniversary of my transplant. I'm behind at school, and the year is almost over. My diabetes is not in very good control at all. And with everything piling up, I feel more alone than ever. I want to be happy again, but I don't even know where to start-there's so much going on. Re-reading this right now, I really sound like I'm whining and complaining about
everything. I don't mean it like that. Life's just so frustrating.
My psychologist is amazing and is helping me a lot though. Just can't concentrate on the bad things, gotta think about
all the wonderful stuff in my life too. Thank you to everyone who's replied, it really means a lot to me. ~Blue
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