It’s now been a few weeks since being home. Still, things are the same. Boring. Nothing exciting going on. I lack a social life when I am home. All of my friends are on the other side of the state…4-5 hours away. **sigh** I work, I read, I write, and go for bike rides. Occasionally, I will work on my scrapbook for college. And occasionally, I will go out with mom and dad. That’s it. It’s the same as it’s been for about 3-4 years now. I sit here, stuck, watching everyone else have a great time, going out with friends, or their boyfriend. Part of me loves the solitude. Part of me despises it. I would love to have a few friends who’d text me to ask to hang out…like in college…but I feel after going away, even the people I grew up with have found their own niche and don’t really care to stray out of it. I don’t really have a niche. I kinda just am. I am me- that different, unique person, with the hobbies that no one else likes or cares for. I am the one who doesn’t always want to party and drink and such. I am the lonely soul who bares the cross of loneliness time and time again. I suppose I am used to it. It’s still not the ideal situation. Yet, I guess things will remain the same while I’m in this dull, boring town with nothing to do and nowhere to go.
At least on the plus side…things have been smooth with my parents. I’m guessing I’m slowly rebuilding my trust with them, although, they haven’t shown any signs of trusting me more yet. Hopefully, that can happen soon. I’d like to have some kind of change here.
Any kind of change would be nice.