My antisocialism is emerging into new territory. The only people I've been spending time with are my parents which, don't get me wrong, isn't BAD, but it's also not GOOD. I recently wasn't invited to a birthday party for one of my good friends. It turns out it was a miscommunication, but it still doesn't feel good to know that people FORGET to invite you to things. Maybe the reason why I'm spending time with family is because I don't want to deal with the repercussions of being the odd duck, the black sheep in my group of friends; I don't want to have to worry about being forgotten.
Is it really because I wear a size 9, while they are all smaller than a 5? because that's the only thing I've found that makes me so different than them.
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