ZombieKitten said:

I seem to do that as well

CarrieMpls said:

scrunchy people, all shrivelled up inside, like crisp screwed up paper.

i've been left out all my life, except when i tried to be cool, and the sweet lord knows that was hardly worth it.

for a long time i thought there must've been something wrong with me, til i realised it was them with the problem.

i'm glad sometimes, to be so alienated, it has helped me get to know myself, and the things that really matter to me most.

being left out affords me time to myself, to read and be creative, take beautiful long walks on dreamy autumn days etc..

the scrunchy people would love it.

sometimes i think being left out is more of a blessing than a curse, but the people who do it don't seem to realise it is a silent form of bullying, and they don't seem to care either.

i hope they feel better someday, and not so afraid all the time.

This is my favorite song about feeling left out. It's very cathartic to listen to.


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She Wants Revenge — She'll Always Be A Broken Girl

She buys a new dress for the party,
She always looks good in red.
Turns around in front of the mirror
And disappears inside of her head.
She wonders if he'll even remember,
She asked him in a casual way.
Just incase he didn't want to go with her,
In that event she knew just what she would say.
She thought of maybe asking a girlfriend,
Even though she only has one or two.
She's always done much better with boys anyway,
So who needs girlfriends?
Pacing nervous across the floor of her bedroom,
Gripping tight the phone in her hand.
Fighting beck the rush of emotions,
And dreaming of just having a man.


It's a long walk, and the music is loud.
She sees an old friend,
As she walks through the crowd.
Puts on her best smile,
But underneath she's a broken girl.
But It's a long walk, and the music is loud.
She sees an old friend,
As she walks through the crowd.
Puts on her best smile,
But she will always be a broken girl.

She struggles with an awful decision,
Stay at home or walk in alone.
Her mother does her best to console her,
Her father doesn't know what to say.
Puts on her makeup, puts on the new dress.
Holds her head high, then gets in the car.
Tells herself that no one will notice,
Assuming she can make it that far.
On the way she imagines reactions.
Cupped hands whispering into ears.
Secretly hoping that he'll be there watching,
And she's also hoping he won't.
Walking tentative alone up the driveway,
Sees some people smoking off to the side.
She stops and waits until they go back in,
Crosses her fingers and follows behind.


He'll never get you,
He will never understand.
He'll never get you, you can find a better man.


This might be the time to break down.


Hush child don't make a sound.

I used to deal with it by self destruction. But that was then ...

Maybe its time for a new direction in your life? Or maybe get down that club and be the amazingly radiant lady i know you are. Bring on the vodka and lets play. Who knows how things will end up.

i usually find it kind of relieving because on the average, i'm not a big group person to begin with.

Anxiety said:

I tend to look at it that way most of the time too. I have a friend that is a part of a huge group of friends. All he does is bitch and complain to me that he is always busy helping someone out, bailing them out of trouble, the money he spends for all of the b-day's and events.
He says it leaves him no time for himself.
That is sad to still feel peer pressure at his age..he is in his 40's.