There are days, especially this time of year, that I feel absolutely overwhelmed with things to do and people to see. Then I see all the things I missed out on and wonder how I missed them. I see my friends having a great time with everyone else and think “Why wasn’t I there, too?”
I feel hurt.

I mean, yeah, I’m busy and all.
But then again, I’m keeping myself busy because I don’t get invited or just miss invites and whatnot.

I end up staying busy with projects that I make up for myself.

And THEN I find out that my pals were out doing cool stuff, or hanging out, or whatever. Just… without me.
Am I really that person?
Am I the one that people avoid?

Oh. My Gawd.
It really is me.