I've been disappointed all day after looking forward to it for a month. Thanks again, I really loved feeling detached from another chance to join such a wonderful social gathering of people whom I can relate to, thanks. I really love this feeling, it's been awhile since genuine disappointment has paid me a visit.
Congrats I think for a moment or two I considered leaving the house a for a few hours to drown my disappointment in caffeine. A blueberry yogurt muffin and frap, or if I really wanted, a vanilla bean scone. Because fuck it if my body decided it wanted to feel so drained that I wanted to sleep the day away.
Fuck it if I wanted to attempt ignoring all the fun in which I was missing. Fuck it if I needed a vacation from the four walls I could find if I were blind. I didn't need sunlight and fresh air, I didn't need to make new friends, no I just need to stay here and do nothing.
You won't read this. Please reconsider your plans next so we don't have a collision in planning, I have plans. I'm not fucking incompetent, and I absolutely abhore those implications when you make them. I'm old enough to get somewhere myself, I've done that shit before. Stop with this shit and give me space.