I feel just as bad as I did yesterday. It hurt yesterday that I wasn't invited, and it hurts today because I know at least one of them lied to me about it. I gave her an opportunity to come clean and she didn't.
I dont even think they meant to exclude me...again. It's hard for me to think that they would be that malicious. They just don't care enough to remember me.
The awful thing about trying to be the bigger person when your feelings have been hurt is that you still feel bad, no matter what you do. I could have caused a scene, but at the end of the day I would still feel bad, and they wouldn't want to talk to me. Choosing to take the high road also hurt, because I was the only person who felt bad. They didn't have a reason to be upset because they were all at the beach, having a blast I imagine. Knowing that they were having fun without me just made it hurt more.
So I was nice, and I bottled it all up. I spent the day with one of my brothers, and came home to a television and a season of Modern Family. It was all fine until I got on Facebook and saw the pictures they took. Now my repressed feelings have come out of their bottle and are keeping me awake.
I have to go to bed because I have a certification exam tomorrow, so I'm off to count sheep until I pass out.
Ta, loves!
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