A Piece Of Shit

    After recovering from last week, I was ready to hit this week on a good note. I tried my best and I did succeed in some ways. In other ways, I failed. I failed miserably and right I feel like every peer I know currently views me as some piece of shit and I'm not entirely sure why. All I want to do is cry and cuddle up with my mother because clearly no one else cares about me, like my own family does.
    After the Habitat trip, my parents took me home to recover and I absolutely loved it. I was attached to my mothers hip the whole weekend and we spent good quality family time. I was able to rest up and be ready for my week of school. I got back on Sunday, got settled in my room and went to classes on Monday. I woke up Tuesday, with a migraine, went to my Anatomy lab and almost fainted while working with blood. Other than that, Tuesday wasn't too bad.
    Wednesday, I started talking to, asking what their plans were for the weekend. Everyone was either having a boyfriend up or had a bunch of work to do. I wanted to go see a comedian Friday night and I asked around to see if people wanted to go. At this point, everyone was either sick, had too much work or still had a boyfriend over.
     Friday night, after asking about last chances to go see the comedian with all no's, the people who had too much work to do all went out and had Rita's. I wasn't invited at all, even though I had mentioned that I would love to hang out and do something this weekend. So much for getting their school work done. To add to this, I asked one friend if she wanted to go and she said she was sick. I suggested we do something Saturday and her reply was, "I don't know, who knows who else will ask me to do something tomorrow!" My jaw dropped at this point. How could someone turn someone down in hopes of someone better asking them to do something later.
     I finally got someone to hang out with me Friday night. We didn't go the comedian, but we had fun anyway. After going to Starbucks, we swung back by my room to pick up a game. When I moved the game box on my shelf it made a nasty sound like that of nails on a chalk board. My friend and I both giggled and were promptly told to shut up by other who were also causing a ruckus in the pod. I didn't misinterpret this because my neurotypical friend promptly rolled her eyes and told me I had a place to stay at her apartment if I ever needed somewhere to stay.
     Today, I ended up going to a movie with a couple of people from one of the clubs I was in. It was a good time and we had dinner afterward. Then I touched base with a friend who I thought was a best friend. She said she had a ton of homework to do today so she couldn't hang out. I touched base to see if she wanted a break tonight and she is out drinking with friends. I was surprised she was doing this, so I was curious who she was with. Now, I wish I hadn't asked. The whole group from Habitat is out having fun celebrating someone else's birthday except for me. I never got the invite. People know I don't like drinking, but that doesn't mean you can't invite me and have me say no or maybe even yes and I can get a non-alcoholic drink and an appetizer.
     I've pretty much had it with people, and I'm not really sure who my true friends are after this weekend. Every one including those who I thought were my best friends have turned me down. Thank goodness I go home next weekend.