Angsty Penguin

There's a dream: We met on the platform on a cold afternoon where you took me down to your lake. We slept in your bed that night and in the morning you dried my hair so I wouldn't catch a cold. You fed me and clothed me like a Tunisian refugee, and the world all went out except for you. Then we were staring
at each other across the airport rope, and now I'm awake and I can't stop breathing

sad

It's been a rough couple of weeks.  Definitely more sad days than happy days.  I've come to the realization that my friends aren't who I thought they were.
I have a bad habit of making excuses for people.  But it's time now to face the music.
I truly do not believe that my opinions matter in my house at school.  No one listens to me, no one includes in conversations - nonetheless starts up a conversation with me, no one looks me in the eyes in a group conversation.  I am nothing.
And I am sad.