I don't get it. I feel like I am the last priority for everyone,that I do not matter, don't count and will always be alone and everyone oblivious..
I live in a house I never asked for and can't maintain by myself.This happened because I met a bad person. I live in a town where everything is too far away from everything else a suburban sprawl mess (I don't drive) and there is nothing to do.I am not like the"usual""normal" culture here.I have no kids nor want kids.To me the culture here is stiff and alienating. I find the few creative people out here...and people know me here they say hi if they see me, but when it comes to making plans to do something fun they flake out. Always something else takes priority.
I take it well,I say maybe another time,I call back later get an answering machine and no call back. I am not the clingy type. I call them about once a week.If I re-scedule something fun,again ,they flake again.
This happens with my sisters.Everyone is SO busy. There is no time left for me.And this hurts.I deal with it.But I wonder why? Why do people SAY they like me,make efforts to come up to me in public but always flake on me.I am so overwhelmed. So much to do,and no help.
I do what I can to pass time.Alone in this house,and sometimes the isolation gets to me.And I just feel waves of dispair.
I feel so trapped.
I live in a house I never asked for and can't maintain by myself.This happened because I met a bad person. I live in a town where everything is too far away from everything else a suburban sprawl mess (I don't drive) and there is nothing to do.I am not like the"usual""normal" culture here.I have no kids nor want kids.To me the culture here is stiff and alienating. I find the few creative people out here...and people know me here they say hi if they see me, but when it comes to making plans to do something fun they flake out. Always something else takes priority.
I take it well,I say maybe another time,I call back later get an answering machine and no call back. I am not the clingy type. I call them about once a week.If I re-scedule something fun,again ,they flake again.
This happens with my sisters.Everyone is SO busy. There is no time left for me.And this hurts.I deal with it.But I wonder why? Why do people SAY they like me,make efforts to come up to me in public but always flake on me.I am so overwhelmed. So much to do,and no help.
I do what I can to pass time.Alone in this house,and sometimes the isolation gets to me.And I just feel waves of dispair.
I feel so trapped.