So far any time I’m not in Pauline my life is fucking great. I spend time with some of the most wonderful people I know, although there are some I’ve not seen nearly enough. I’m happy and accepted. When I’m dragged back to Pauline I’m reminded of my lack of sanctuary.I have no room or bed to claim as mine. I tried to fix that but my efforts are counteracted and in vain. I feel unwelcome by everyone except one person and it’s only because I’m the only fun friendship option. Otherwise everyone thinks I’m either a bitch, a party college heathen whore, or always mad because the incompetence surrounding me makes me want to scream. I don’t know what to do to fix it. I thought about moving to my dad’s but being in that out of time bachelor pad probably wouldn’t be any better. The place I’m told I am always welcome at is a vicious two sided coin full of judgment. I go horse back riding when I can’t leave, which helps. I feel whiny complaining like this, I’m just really frustrated. Is it time to go back Winthrop yet? Or how about I when the lottery so I can move away…ugh. Well, it will be better on Wednesday and this weekend. I’ll make it.