First of Many

Things have just seemed overwhelming lately. I wish their was someone to talk to, but I am alone. Not figuratively, literary I am alone. My mother went out on the town with her friends, trying to recapture her forgotten youth. While my father and brother left yesterday to go fight the great battle of mother earth, or as they call it, camping. Only the white walls hear my pain as I say them aloud perfectly like out of a sense of a play. Hoping in a sad way, out there in the world someone will somehow sense my pain. They will pick up the phone and call. Not to talk about what happening or to find out the lastly gossip. But only to see if I wanted to chat and to find out if I was o-k. People never do what you want them too! Or what you expect them to do. I find their more of a let down then anything else. Thats probably why I have never been much of a people person. I just can not figure out how other humans function. How we now live in the 21 century and are still faced with racism. How people will not vote for a women president even if she is most capable, on the fact that she is a women. How every time you see a person on the street you secretly judge them. I am not a saint, and I have done theses things. My story's are not fulled with adventures from the far East. My jokes aren't even that funny, but your welcome to stay, and hear, my story.