Black Sheep People

Sometimes it feels like I am a herd of one.

I’m not sure how it happens, something like natural selection perhaps…but sometimes we get left out. For me it has always happened. I’m not sure if it is something I am choosing or something I am moving for, but I end up on the outsides of relationships.

Saying its just me would not be explaining the whole story.

I come from a family of black sheep. Both parents are the black sheep of their families and together they some how made it worse on each side. I’m the black sheep that they created super charged with their repulsive or maybe negative energy.

I sound like a child, I hear it too.

A person who has no childhood friendships.

Someone who leaves a workplace and is so forgettable that no one ever reaches out again. Well, I shouldn’t say NEVER…FB birthday reminders always seem to get everyone to post something for a day. Then back to the black hole.

So…If you are still reading…this will be the therapy I can afford. Trying to work out what I can while being a bit of a brat (I’m sure).