I know there are pieces of me missing. I'm always that little girl standing outside the crowd watching what they are doing. I don't find what they discuss interesting but I still don't like the fact that I cannot join in. It's so uncomfortable.

Wow. I could have wrote that a few years ago. Now I do not want to join in. I do not want to be like them or to have them include me. But I know the discomfort of not being able to join. I am still missing some key pieces of me. Look at it this way: At least we are holey. (not holy, but one who has holes is holey)

My stupid attempt at humor. I wish I could help you patch your holes and gather your pieces. Hang in there.