It's been over a week since I've been home from my vacation to D.C. I had a good time and it was nice to see all the history that I did. I've been too lazy to come on my blog and I've been busy doing other things.
While I enjoyed my time in D.C. it's been a whole other story coming home. I went with two people who I thought I knew, but they are little more than strangers to me now. I don't even know who they are and I don't want to know anymore. One of them was my own sister who I used to idolize and love more than anyone in the whole world. Now I found out what kind of person she is and I don't even want to be around her. Obviously she feels the same way about me. On the trip, there were how many times when she basically pretended that I wasn't even there. Like I wasn't good enough or she didn't want to be associated with me or something. I sometimes wonder if my sister wishes she had another family altogether. I kind of wish she had that family too because I'll never live up to her expectations and I'll never try. The other person on the trip has been a friend of mine and at one time I even thought of her as my sister and now I don't. I don't even want her for a friend. The best and only person on the whole trip that made me happy was my former friends little girl. She's so sweet and loving and full of energy. She made me laugh and she treated me like I was family, even though I'm not to her. I love her, but I doubt I'll ever get close to her again.
It seems to me like I was just asked on this trip to help my sister with the expenses. First she told me that I wouldn't have to pay any money for the hotel and I gave her a 100 dollars anyway. I gave her extra money for extra costs and everything and then she acts like I didn't pay for anything or something. I even bought their dinner one night, but I guess I was a bitch for doing that.
I will never go on another trip again with these people and that's fine with me. I'll miss my friend's little girl, but not the rest of them. I should've learned my lesson long ago, but I guess I'm just stupid and I believed in my sister.
The Supernatural Convention in New Jersey was at the same time as this trip and sometimes I wish I could've went to it instead. I loved seeing D.C. and going back East because I've never been. I saw so much stuff and I am grateful that I did get to see it and it was because of my sister, but maybe if I go somewhere like this again, I'll go alone or with people who can accept me for who I am, not who they want me to be.
