Wishing never did me any good

Yes, this is my second post today. Thanks for pointing that out.
Yes, I am finishing our ice cream. There wasn't that much left though.
Yes, I wish I still lived on Loeppky. I know it sounds stupid, but I want to be able to walk home with my friends more often than when I get lucky and the Fury have practice on a youth night.
Yes, I wish more than ONE FREAKING PERSON would actually invite me to hang out. I'm really sick of doing it all.
Yes, I exist. And I have feelings. That feel trampled right now. I don't want to even write. How sad is that, when I'm rejecting my only outlet?
Yes, I wish that I had more than four friends who actually do things with me when I call them.
Yes, I am feeling very frustrated right now. How could you tell?
Yes, I am lonely. I am also wondering if the title of this blog should not be 'The Art of Killing Teri' because some days that's exactly what you do to me.

My number's 2080. Let's go for coffee. Please.

...but I like breathing...