I'd cry, but it hurts my throat

The door's been shut, the car's out of the drive...no one home but me, with no voice. It wouldn't be irritating if this were the first time...if this wasn't one in a long line of missing things. And all I can think of is how all my friend's are out on a boat, having a wonderful time with out me. Why am I always the one left out?

I can't wait to see the pictures from this one...