It's Not Supposed To Be This Way

It's so hard to live this life when no one thinks you're good enough to be more than friends. Some people throw away friendships completely. Some try to let you down easy -- "let's be pen pals." And then they make an excuse as to why, if they haven't heard from you, they would *not* call you to find out if you're okay -- "Don't have a phone." As if there isn't a single phone in the world you could use for 5 minutes??!!?? It's just an excuse to say, "Yes, i will go...

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Ay caramba. Sittin’ here in the library again. This is (almost) a daily thing now. Actually it has been for several months. When they close for a federal holiday then it’s time for me to sit in the laundromat to charge up my cell phone. Unfortunately I don’t even really use the phone part of my phone -- no one to talk to. Last fall I had someone to talk to and text with -- a LOT of texting -- but no more. This place I am in right now, in the Lowcountry of South Carolina, is not my home. ...

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At the library on Daytona 500 afternoon. No church today. That’s kinda too bad but at the same time I was not quite awake this morning. I mean I could’ve but I set my alarms to be awake and it just failed miserably. At times in life I have been a morning person but that ain’t the case now. Perhaps next week I will go with the nice neighbor couple who keeps offering. They know I am a saved Christian but they keep asking from time to time. On Thanksgiving I went with them to their church for...

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Okay, I’m here at the library again and again on one of the three side computers to charge my phone and kill some time before the corner internet computer is free. There, hopefully, I can also charge my phone and use the internet. I must watch carefully each person who departs that room as I am looking for someone, unknown if it’s male or female, wearing black. That might be my “target.” When I see that person I’ll save this document, pull my charging mp3 player, grab the Zip-loc bag with papers...

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Left and right people are comin’ after me and judging me. Their guilty verdict (I’m not even sure what the charge is) is based on what evidence? They just ramble on, spewing forth garbage that I don’t even read before reporting it for harassment. One I did read because whoever the person was had the decency to Private Message me and even signed her name to it. She wasn’t mean but it was clear she only knew one side of the exaggerated story. Hearsay is all they have -- hearsay from just one party...

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