Just another Pleasant Valley Sunday…

This is what I get for getting lost inside my head again.

I swear I bring this shit on myself. I am my own plague.
And no, before you ask, I didn’t take my antidepressant today.

So, there.

I’m listening to the girls in my hall running around in a frenzy cause they’re getting ready to go out clubbing.
I’m not upset that I wasn’t invited. I haven’t been the most social person on the hall, so it’s not surprising in the least when people don’t invite me to go do stuff. Like I said, I bring it on myself.

True, I could have easily asked to tag along. But I didn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Because they were already dressed and made up, and they looked so pretty. Hot, I guess, would be a better word. Short dresses and skirts that me and my thighs would never be able to pull off without making people want to gauge their eyes out. Perfectly straightened hair. I could never get my hair to cooperate like that.

I just don’t see the point. No one would ever notice me in a crowd like that, except maybe to poke fun, or feel sorry for me. I’d be the ugly tag-along. Yep, that’s me. What did Gary used to say? Something about me looking like one of the happy California cows from the cheese commercials.

So I will once again remain alone in my room.
Maybe write more poetry. Not that I’m good at that either.

Somedays, I feel like I’m not really good at much of anything.
Especially this thing called living.