Just Me

Here I sit alone, again. And I read a note from my dad. He is worried about me, About where my life is headed. If I am making the right choices for myself. That being so far away from family and friends may not be the best thing for me. Have I weighed all my options. He discusses my life with my siblings and informs me they are worried as well. But, have I heard from any one, no. They converse amongst themselves about me, but never actually talk to me. I have not heard from any friends for weeks, although I have made contact. I don't want to come across as mean or harsh. But seriously, if you are that concerned for my welfare, don't you think you should actually talk to me? Not about me, to each other. Who does that? Does that make you my family? Is that a family I want to be part of? And what friends? People that can fit me into their lives when it is purposeful for them. When they look at there calendar to see if by chance they can fit me in. Thanks? Quite frankly, I'd rather be where no one knows me. Where I don't have the pressure of having people act like they want me around. Where I can finally be free, be myself and not feel bad about myself and wonder why my family and friends treat me this way. And not feel guilty about the choices I make. I don't have to please anyone  but myself. I truly am a good person. Too good I have had people tell me. You are too nice JeJe. People will take advantage of you. Maybe, but I've survived it all so far, with minor bumps and bruises along the way. But it has always been me that holds everything else together. I am the one everyone else turns to when they need something. Maybe, just maybe, it's my turn to have that in a place where I am not known. I'm considering it an extended vacation. Where I can do whatever I want, when ever I want. And I don't have to answer to anybody. Imagine That?