day: eighty five

T'was Sunday! I don't really remember much of Sunday but I'm sure that it ended up with me and my feelings. Yes, my feelings have a mind of its own. I felt really empty by the end of the day. I guess you could say it was a crappy day? But I don't want this to be a soppy, depressing and crappy blog post do I?

After piano, I go to tutor and the teacher hands me work I've never done before and I do it and my thumb gets extremely sore because I write extremely weird with my left hand in which my thumb puts too much pressure on the pen and therefore becomes calloused and then I become tired. Just the usual. I must catch up to that other girl in class. I don't really know what she's up to, but I'm just going to do as much as I can.

I stood outside the house waiting for my mum to pick me up for about half an hour. I called her but she said she was 'on the way' but I could hear the background noise that she was most definitely not inside a car. They say memories are never forgotten, but I say mummy's son is sometimes forgotten to be picked up. I was a tad upset about waiting out there in the wind for half an hour, going on Facebook on my crappy phone to see two people talking to each other as if they were best of friends unlike what it is with me now. I was more upset about Facebook than being forgotten by mum, though. My standards are the best!

So I came home and did nothing for about a few hours until a certain someone told me that plans were being cancelled because it seemed like I wasn't important enough to be considered. Then, people start making other plans on me, leaving me out, obviously. I don't know, but it really got to me. I know it's probably happening in my head, but I know that if I let that continue, I'll be even more crazy than I already am.

I know I have a few people I can talk to about it, but I don't feel entirely comfortable about it. I wish I had a friend that I could just visit their house and just talk about it. I had an average childhood, but not one that I would remember and reflect on. Everyone has their stories to tell, but when it's my turn, I have nothing to say because I missed out on the best things: a true friendship.

Now I should stop being sad and I shall end with some morals:
• Waiting for half an hour in the wind isn't so bad if you're used to it
• Having no plans for the school holidays means that I have more time to myself! And that means doing absolutely nothing but sleep.
• I really need to find a way to turn a sad day into a humorous post. Isn't that adorably self-degrading?