I thought that once you were an adult, you didn't have times when you cried like your heart was breaking because someone didn't like you. The past hour really has proven to me that you're never too old to get your feeling hurt enough to cry like a baby.

I'm sure being pregnant doesn't help my emotional state.

Why am I upset, you ask? It's because I'm... Alone. And not by my choice. Sure, I have my family. They love me... They have to. I'm pretty sure it's in the contract.

Don't get me wrong... I'm know I'm a bit strange. I always have been. I'm not too great at making friends. In fact, the people I'm closest to, I've known for years and years. Just because if they DO like me, I gotta hang onto 'em since I probably won't luck out and find others who tolerate me well.

My mom says I've never related well to people, even since infancy. I suspect I have Asperger Syndrome but am on the higher functioning end of it. People and most of their interactions just completely surpass me. And it's always come back to bite me in the butt that I don't know how to act normal when the chips are down. Sure, I can fake it in small doses, but apparently not very well once people get to know me.

And it just hurts, ya know? Well, no. You probably don't. You're probably normal. Lucky duck.