I hate this time of year... and I love this time of year.
I hate the increasing feeling of loneliness that starts right after Thanksgiving and just grows and grows... usually until summer. This year I'm not only missing my only sibling, but my dear grandma. I also have no friends to talk to. The last 'friends' I had, kicked me out of their group last spring. And what do I know? I still don't get why, other than the fact that I was called immature. Which, yeah, I am. Just not the way you would think.
I don't know how to make friends. I never learned how. I do my best to be kind to everyone, but I am too shy to approach anyone, and it seems anyone who is willing to approach me more than once is the last kind of person I want to associate with.
