February

Hello February.
I was thinking about how my weekends aren't usually good thus making something to blog about hard by the time it comes down to it.
I know I'm not doing very well at this...sorry.

This week something that makes me happy is when people think about me.
Sounds awfully selfish now that I read that.
I feel I've been working so hard to keep friendships and talk to people where if I didn't go out of my way I probably would never hear from anyone ever.
I've actually tested this, anytime an old friend has posted something distressing I have asked if she's okay and if she wants to talk about it and then it's over. Never "how have you been? Remember when we were best friends?"
Sorry, I'm a bit bitter.
SO
 when I actually get a text that says "hi" that makes me happy, shit a "thinking about you would make my day". I feel I need to hire a counselor just to have someone to talk to and hang out with.

I didn't have a picture so I butchered one up on paint.

Not being invisible to someone makes me happy. I know this sounds dreary and pathetic.
Mattering to someone makes me happy, and to my surprise according to spell check it is a word. It's not just me talking, someone needing me or thinking of me to talk through their life or whatever is nice. Gives a person worth.