The Blog of Daniel

Just my place to write without any delusions of self-importance.

Feeling old and alone.

There are times when I wish that the only people reading this are people who don't know me.  I have so many things to say but I can't.  Not here.

/uploads/daniel/rock.gifI've been feeling quite depressed the last few days.  I'm sure it will go away but the feeling is here right now so I have no choice but to deal with it.  I really did not want to spend the weekend alone but here I am, alone.  I tried going to bed several times tonight but just layed there in tears so I kept getting up to try to find something to occupy my mind.  I painted a rock with a butterfly on it.  Painting rocks is something best done with a friend, but none are near.

I could go the resort and talk to all of the strangers I know, but it feels too empty at the moment.

A year ago I could have gone to Laura's for the weekend, but shes out of my life now, which is a good thing for her since she seems to being doing much better without me confusing her life.

A few months ago I could have called Kari to see if she wanted to go out for Pizza or a movie or something, but shes out of my life now too, which I now realize is a good thing for me.  I'm still incredibly pissed off at her because of what she did to me, but I still hurt because I really wanted and needed that friendship and she had no right to do what she did to me.

I would love to spend a day or two with Liz but no invite came.  I know shes busy with school.  It's weird how a cold waffle on a Saturday morning could make me feel so special.  She said something so nice to me the other day that I just sat there and cried.  I didn't tell her that.

I'm out of people.

Maybe somebody will call me tomorrow.

Nope, these are not all the things I have to say, they're simply the things that I've just said.

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