I feel kind of happy. In my small world there isn't much pain, really. And I don't have the social skills to just walk out the door and find some friends, so I'm not going to do that. Nothing more with that. And I'm starting to settle with what I can and cannot do (I think, I'm probablly underestimateing myself). Why worry, worrying will just make you feel whorse. Complaining too.
Bad news: I'll have to acompany my parents to our summerhouse today and help carrying our new stove, since the old one broke down. Now I won't have my computer to pass my time, now I'll have to stick to my parents, my sega (which I probablly will ignore) and my books <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/cry.gif" alt="" />. Isn't that awfull???? (No it isn't...)
Good news: I'll probablly get great food <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/party.gif" alt="" />. I expect some kind of barbeque, which I wouldn't have got at home, since I can't make that, but my parents can. And barbecue is one of the best things with summer <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />. (That and the potatoe, and I'll get plenty of both <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/delight.gif" alt="" />.)
