Crazy Lady

I am leaving soon. To go back to the place where no one knows me, or cares or even thinks about me. But really, I just want to slip in under the radar and sneak into my room so I can live like a hermit for a few days. Pretend that I don't care that my phone doesn't ring and that I'm getting ready to suck at another semester of school. Keep telling myself a lie of the day so I can get through it without slitting my wrists. Not that anyone would notice anyway.

I've been getting serious pains in my chest for the past couple days and think I might have a heart attack or something. The headaches definitely signal an impending anneurism. Or stroke. Whatever.

I found out today that the only one that keeps coming back to see what I'm up to is a three month old Shih Tzu. That's a bit depressing. Along with the ugly friend syndrome that I've been self-diagnosed with. Sigh. My phone is still silent.

In this age of communication, I can't get it. The lines are open, but the callers are asleep. Or busy. I am becoming the crazy old lady people whisper about. The one that maybe at one time was close to being someone, but then had a terrible accident and now has a glass eye and eats something weird like pinecones and sneers at little kids on their bikes as they ride by the house. I am the witch from the fairy tale. Plus, I'm a raving lunatic. All because no one wants to talk to me.