by CrazyTaraWitch » Tue Dec 30, 2014 7:19 pm
I'm home for the week, and it feels like no one but my dad cares about spending time with me. And I know my feeling this way is largely my fault. I do nothing to instigate plans to see people, then feel crappy that no one tries to make plans to see me, when really it should be at least as much my responsibility. Tonight, my best friend and I were supposed to go out to karaoke with a group of mutual acquaintances, some of whom are shared friends and some of whom are just hers, and I was looking forward to it; but best friend got a migraine, didn't want to go, and suggested I get a ride from another friend, but instead I bailed because I felt like I'd be awkward there without her. I know E was the only there that would've cared about seeing me, but I like singing and it probably would've been fun; instead I'm sitting on my best friend's couch reading fanfic and knitting just like I do all the time at my own apartment. What's even the point of visiting if I don't see anyone or do anything? I've been staying with my best friend for 3 days and the only time I've spent with her was when she had a few friends over and we all hung out for a couple hours and when we ran errands together; she went off to her girlfriend's most of Sunday and today she hung out with her mum after work, and I know she's busy but it feels like she's not making time for me. I stayed at her place today rather than getting together with my dad or going to a bookstore cause I thought she'd come home and we could hang out, but not so much...
It seems like every time I visit I wonder why I'm here, but then as soon as I'm gone I want to come back.
I want sister-time, I want Avengers drinking game and Doctor Who marathons with my best friend, I want to play with my nephew, I want to hang out and be silly with my old roommates. But then I'm here and at least half of the things I want don't happen and I leave feeling unfulfilled. The logical response would be to not visit so often because it's never really satisfying, but instead I visit more in hopes that the next trip will give me whatever the last one lacked.
It's probably a good thing that I'm guessing I won't be back for a while this time. I've been debating moving back here when I graduate in May, but this week is reminding me how shitty it feels to live here. I may not want to stay where I live now, but is it really any worse than this?
"To days to come."
"All my love to long ago.
I hope, we'll have more happy ever after
I hope, we can all live more fearlessly...
~Jas