gailstorm

Went to MomoCon.

K didn't come at the last (literally last) minute.

None of my other friends could make it.



I was alone and miserable.




I had to hide in the bathroom so no one else would see me cry, to make sure I didn't ruin anyone else's day.

Everyone was cosplaying in their costumes that have been done too many times over, except for someone from the Incredibles. That's the only picture I took.



I only stayed there for an hour and fifteen minutes.

When I got home, dad had torn through my room. I tripped over a heel sticking out from the floor and now I have a gaping wound in my foot.




So, thinking about it in a buddhist light. I suffer because I crave and desire and want.

I wanted K to be dependable.
I wanted at least a few people to be playing mtg.
I wanted my other friends to be able to come.
I wanted to not be alone.