Poor poor pitiful me

I'm a Linda Rondstadt song today. (AoD, you must go read the lyrics for a grin.)

It is a long story that I really don't want to get into on the blog, but suffice it to say that I haven't felt particularly loved by certain segments of my family. So, dysfunction has reared its ugly head. I have cried enough to make my eyes sore, but not really get it all out yet. It sucks to feel this way. I talked to one of my relatives and she made me feel a little better about it all and told me I wasn't completely psycho, but she also teased me about "going to eat a big squishy worm" for being so pathetic. I like her for that reason.

So, off I go to eat a worm.