Hormone induced influxes of self-pity are popular these days, m'dear.
After reading a few entries of some diaries I realizeds something: I have no friends.
To me, friends go out and do things together. Hang out. Sleep over. Cruise the mall for no apparent reason, other than they're bored. Just talk about nothing for hours on end and strangely end up remembering it for the rest of their lives.
I sit at home. Usually with a computer on and music blaring from the weak speakers. It's not for lack of want that I don't have what was previously mentioned. I could easily get friends. There are people that I consider my friends, we just don't do anything together.
This family just doesn't support the idea of friendship. Whenever I'm invited anywhere, they tag along or drag me home early. That is, when they decide that I can leave the house at all.
A few months ago, right before Spring Break ended, Madame came all the way from E-Ville to pick me up just to hang out. Overbearing was comletely apalled by the notion that someone would go out of their way to travel twenty miles just to get one person. Oh, GASP. News Flash for ya, lady. It's called "friendship." Sorry that you've never experienced it. Maybe if you'd stop trying to use people...wait nevermind. It's pointless.
A) Get off your ass: I've been off my ass. Granted, it was doing things such as yardwork, homework, reading, and sewing. So, maybe that isn't exactly what you were looking for?
2)Turn off the leech of a computer: Seeing as I'm rarely un-idle anyway? Or not away? What effort it takes to push three extra buttons. I'd rather just close the lid and go back to my room, is that okay with you?
Q)Pick up a telephone: Oh, my gods. What's this?! There's one right by my right hand.
R)CALL someone: You know...I would, but I just got off the damn thing. Yeah, three hours sort of makes the batteries go POoF.
LMNOP) If you can't, consider your old school, wanna go back? Would that make you happy? Then go do something about it. >>;; For God's sake, do not complain to someone who looks foreward to school about not having any friends... complain to someone half way around the world who doesn't "get" english: Side note: Everyone on my AIM list speaks english fluently, an as a first language.
I want to go back to CHS. Personally, I loved it there. Sadly, it's not my choice as to whether of not I do go back. Even though, I'm failing, I'm depressed, I'm wallowing in self-pity, stressed to the point of sickness, and down-right suicidal, it's not up to me to make my own decisions. It's up to the Elders.
How their "reputation" would falter if someone knew that their grand-daughter flunked out of college two years early?!
So, there you have it. Try to get your ducks in a line before you load the shotgun.