Dryad
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First time in a year going out anywhere except for the shop. My sister was over from the UK and wanted to get me out. I thought I was being paranoid that people were looking at us, laughing, sniggering. When we played pool I was self concious and I thought the people watching us were doing the same thing... Until my sister (who is 6ft and a hard faced biatch) squared up to a guy and shouted "WTF IS EVERYONES FKING PROBLEM?" My sis had never been to the local village before and now she sees why I hate the place so much. I thought I was paranoid because everyone told me I was. Turns out I am no paranoid and that down is full of horrible people. I feel better because I know it is not me! For 12 years I thought it was me. Maybe it still is but someone else see's it too. I never done anything wrong, I kept quiet, liked reading books but I had rotten fruit thrown at me and even glass bottles. There is a damn good reason I do not go out. I am depressed though because I love my home but do I want to live my life here? The grass looks greener everywhere else I lived. I run a B&B and I have a 8 bedroom house 12ft from the sea, it is an amazing home that I share my parents. It will be mine to take on but do I really want to with these people here?
Just needed to vent what I is going through my head.
Just needed to vent what I is going through my head.