growing

As I was growing up I lived in a house in a neighborhood where everyone else had lived for years (including my parents) I did not make many friends because there were not many my age in the neighborhood. The few friends I made growing up, I can count on 1 hand. Then high school started. Life changed. I never did fit in. I was the odd girl. I did not dress the way others did. I did not own stylish clothes. I had short hair when long hair was popular. I was not a freak, I was not a prep or a jock, I was a nothing.

Many people when they meet me think I am standoffish, maybe I am. Partly it is because I usually do not hear what they are saying or I can't clearly hear what they are saying. Another reason is I get hurt easily, I trust easily therefore I get hurt easily. I have acquaintances, people I speak to and wave at, only a few that I can call and say let's have lunch I need to talk.
Today I still can count my physical friends on one hand. I have one friend that I have known for years. She knows many of my secrets but not all. She is the one special person I have in my life. I don't get to see her often enough since we live so far apart.
Where was I going with this?. I am not lonely anymore even though I am alone most of the time.
Where was I going again? Still not sure. I know I had something in mind when I started but this is where I ended up. I think I will stop this entry and get on with whatever I was doing before I started it. If I can only remember what that was......