i'm trying to stay positive but it's hard. i miss conversing with people.

i hate that my parents will talk to me for five minutes or less. that's so insulting. they know I'm lonely, and after five minutes of hearing how they prune the rose bushes they fucking hang up on me. that's mean and they know it. i even ask, "oh you're done talking to me?"
and they give an immediate yes.

and then my mom constantly says "stay strong" to me. what the fuck is that supposed to mean? if you want me to stay strong then i need support, even if it's an miniscule as a shitty conversation with her. and if she misses me so much, you'd think she would want to talk to me.

why they act the way they do, i'll never understand.

but it's sunny today. so at least i have sunshine.

I'm so grateful for Olimpija though. when she moves back to macedonia i fear my world will shatter. she and i get coffee almost everyday and walk and take the bus to new areas of seattle. she's fun to explore with. she and i talk for hours and even though we are very different, it's really nice having someone to talk to. i'm lucky to have her as my friend, even if she's my only one.
today we went to greenlake: