Alone on Thanksgiving and bored out of my mind. This is usually my routine activity on holidays and has been for YEARS...! I don't have much friends and that my be an overstatement. I am older and wiser than my peers and sometimes even my elders which is just sad. I find it difficult to make friends that are interested in a friendship and respect my mind. I know usually when a guy talks to me that he is interested in only one thing. I guess my being too picky is to blame for why I have very few acquaintances. What happened to me? I use to be so nice and sweet. Anonymous and distant. I would never hurt anyone even when they try to hurt me. Introvert. I know that if I don't talk to anyone I am not going to get a response. It's my job to talk to people but I Can't. People make me uncomfortable. Why am I like this? I personally believe that years of being ridiculed, made fun of, put down, taunted and humiliated. My Father and his ex fat fiance had a lot to do with this. Not that she's not fat anymore, the bitch is more plump than I remember. She's probably pigging out this holiday. I sit here awaiting my Father to go pick up a plate from family since they can't even drop one off or pick my brother and I up to attend this family function. It's not like we have transportation. But they think I am rude. Oh, well. Be thankful that I eating the bad parts of the meat that everybody skipped but hopefully, I get an abundance of fruit salad that Granny makes. I hate this house. I hate my family. But people in many countries are not eating this day and some may even die from not eating. Bad meat is good meat, right? As long as it satisfies my hunger. I sit here alone, I am hungry, welfare whore is next to me celebrating with illegitimate children and the guy they believe is their Father. But somewhere there is someone with a worst life than me. I should be thankful.