Forgotten

So a friend from TX is in town (and by town I mean downtown Chi) and no one thought to tell me. This is why I fucking hate living here. I’m so far away everyone doesn’t even consider to invite me. Fuck. Same thing happened with another friend last weekend. And I want to say something so bad; but I know if I do and even put it nicely and eloquently how much being left out sucks, I’ll be the bad guy. It hurts so much. And I really try to live my life to make everyone feel included; the more the merrier is my motto, and try not to forget anyone.

I’m trying to remember that this Thurs a friend asked me first to sub on her volleyball team since I’m one of the only other girl athletes she knows: even though I had to drive all the way to Logan square in the pouring rain and awful traffic it was worth it. The fact that I got to play volleyball, see my friend, and meet new people was totally worth it on a Thurs night. So I guess I need to look at that silver lining: someone thought of me. Still doesn’t negate how sad I am.