Today me and my mom went and looked at new houses around Denver. Then when we were done we went to my uncle Michael's house to see his holiday decorations. After that  suggested that we all go to Maggiano's and Italian restaurant where we live, and the idea was accepted. Once we got there the wait was about 45 minutes to an hour. We sat at the bar area and ordered a bottle of wine and nothing else. The entire time I am being knocked, pushed, shoved, and jabbed by all of these women and men who were getting their drinks. Eventually I got so sick of it that I moved over to my mother's side where the bar was not located and i was still finding the same treatment. After a number of abusive bumps and a long wait at a bar for a table that never seemed to come we decided to packet-it up and lave. Prior to leaving when settling the check my Uncle Mike got extremely upset when my mom had made the inclination that he had not put enough down for his payment. He made a scene and it made it for an awkward ride home with him. Me and mom had dinner here. I sit here now feeling depressed and I don't why. Today was a good one, I was happy and responsive most of the day and now I am just floating away in a mist of al of what is going on.  I don't know myself anymore and that scares me the most. Why am I not the person I once was? I am lonely, I have no friends. Loneliness is scary in itself.