I confess that want to be angry. Want to say that people don’t want me around. But this is how I feel. I want to be included. I don’t want to be shut out of things. But here we go again, he gets invited to do stuff and I don’t. I want to be happy or at least I think I should be. I fear becoming my mother. Shutting everyone else out who won’t agree with me. I need people. I need to stop being a b****.
