NaBloPoMo Day Nineteen: A Metaphor

I'm feeling good. But still, I'm wishing that all this hurricane drama would just kind of screech to a halt and things could get on like normal again. I'm sick of people being mad at me, because I'm not mad at anyone. I'm feeling good.

I'm enjoying the presence of people other than my typical group's, since they're all on edge lately. Everyone's taking sides, or wanting to, and I wish that they'd all just get it out of their systems. It's obvious how mad at me they (the Ex-Boyfriend and Diantha) are. Going out of their way to avoid me, basically.

I went to lunch with Matt, Andy, Markie and Lucas and some kid I don't know. I felt like I would have just made things worse by staying with the group today. I didn't want to make things worse. I wanted them to have a good time without me. Even if that meant taking their abuse. Cherie told me that people were offended that I didn't stay at lunch. But I mean... wouldn't they have been more offended if I had stayed?

Knowing that this will be how the week is going to go, all week, and knowing that I'm going to have to orchestrate something major for tomorrow (Diantha is my usual ride home, basically, and she's pissed. The Ex-Boyfriend is my backup, and he's pissed.) knowing that I'm the only one in this whole situation who is just being happy with myself... It's sort of depressing.

I don't want to hang around for lunch at all this week.