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When i decided to leave my group i did it without saying anything you know, to avoid a huge confrontation and i left it at that. The people in that group think that this is a small fight that will only last a week or two but i think its only just starting to register to them that this isn't the case. I'm in this for the long haul. I was sick of putting up with the crap that went on in that group and i wasn't going to stand for it anylonger and for godsakes, that should be good enough and they should really stop rehashing old shit and get over it.
Oh god. One of the girls that originally left the group with me decided to go back and sell me out to them and tell them everything i had said.
"When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell"
Nobody seems to understand why i left and they all really pay me out about it. But i have explained so many times that i would go home everyday miserable after sitting with them because i couldn't be myself and it was just a really poisonous group. how many times do i have to tell them that i don't want to sort things out, i don't want to go back and sit there. I am well shot of the poison.
Then i come homefrom school and dad is beaming because sister 3 won all her tennis matches on the weekend and mum spent all weekend at sister 2's eistedfodd. I sound like a jealous idiot but it would just be so nice if maybe i was mentioned even once at the dinner table or maybe once somebody asked how my day was or what i like to do?
I'm an almost straight A student, I'm an exemplary student who is involved in all activities at school, i am liked by lots of people (except a few!) and i am a really good drama student. Mum wouldn't dare looking for an agent or trying to book me into some singing lessons but she will go and search for hours for sister 2's costumes and $800 tutus.
Grandad was all like "You're such a moody kid aren't ya?"
I almost killed someone. I didn't have the best day today and then here he is, in our house, eating our food and taking up our couch, talking non stop about his weekend, his holidays and how fantastic my two sister are. It's like i am not there.
I sound like such an attention seeking bitch who cares only about herself. Don't get me wrong i love my sisters and i am so glad they do well, but i would just love it if just once i got a mention in a convo or someone said something nice about me at the dinner table.
I wish dad looked at me with as much pride as he does my sisters.
I wish he loved me.