atrophy…

i’m fucking worn out.
how bold of a statement is that? i’m mentally and physically thin. so much shit has happened over the past 4 months…good and bad…
“so impressed with all you do, tried so hard to be like you”
it almost reminds me of a time back in 99 when everything was just breaking all around me, and i wanted to break along with it. for some reason i can’t…i don’t have the passion to cry. some days it just sits at the brink…but never flows. i don’t have any comparisons to that time frame, just…that’s about how i feel. helpless…distant…apathetic…i had all my cd’s stolen back then, and i had only the Left cd of The Fragile, and i listened to “Somewhat Damaged” over and over, and it just rang so gawdamn true, and i’m just sitting here doing the same thing right now.
“in the back, off the side, far away is a place, where i hide, where i stay. tried to say, tried to ask, i needed to, all alone, by myself, where were you? how could i ever think, it’s funny how everything they swore it wouldn’t change is different now. just like you would always say we’ll make it through, then my head fell apart, and where were you? how could i ever think, it’s funny how, everything you swore would never change is different now…how you said, you and me, make it through, didn’t quite…fell apart…where the fuck were you?”
i just don’t know. part of me just wants to break, i want to crack…but i can’t. i’ve had to be the beacon for someone i love, and now i’m faltering, and i don’t think the image i’m giving is very positive. i’ve been the strongest i think i’ve ever been over these few months, and it has been probably the toughest times i’ve dealt with but in such a positive way. i wouldn’t trade or compromise the things that have happened…but i don’t know that i’ve really shown just how tough it has been for me. i’ll find my place…but in doing so i just fear that i’m going to let the apathetic monster inside me find the light again. i’m not sure how well i can control it, and it terrifies me that i’ll hurt people with it. constantly i’ve struggled between apathy and empathy, and i’ve never found the perfect balance. either i’m too open and emotional, or i’m too detached and distant. i’ve watched all my mistakes and i’ve been minding the past so i can learn, but i just hope i can pull this off this time.
the words of someone close to me just ring so true…about how i’ve always been the rock for so many people, and maybe i just need someone to be there for me the same as i’m there for them. they’re wise words.
still, part of me feels that if i just allow myself to break down i’ll be able to move past all of this, that i need to crack in order to mend. there is something inside me that wants and needs to come out, and for once in a long time…i haven’t been able to make it happen.
damage me. hurt me. make me feel insignificant and worthless, my despondence shall become my beauty. your defamatory words and your anger may be the catalyst to push me over the precipice i’ve walked for such a long time…
shatter my emotions so i can rebuild my shell into perfection again…

maturity level and respect of friends, excerpt

i actually posted this as a comment/reply to another friend’s post, so some of it is a little “directed” at that, but it was way too long to not keep and post as a solo blog, since i feel that there are some lessons to be learned from it. get pissed if you want, but that just means you may be one of the negative types that i discuss.

i think…it’s really easy.
i’m borrowing from an analogy that a friend told me recently, and it is this: that friends fall into certain maturity categories.
i’m loosely paraphrasing here, but basically that they are comparable to school grades. like, you’ve got your super immature, elementary types all the way through the higher level college and higher levels of people. sure, this is valid for actual education as well, but i’ve seen college grads that act like kids, and kids that are well beyond their years, so it’s not 100% reversible based on REAL education.
this is also not the same as “friends from high school” or the like, this is a different type of categorization.
here’s where i step on my soap box and say that, from experiences, stories, ramblings, etc., that there are a great deal of people that you know (or are friends) that would seem to fall in the “high school” type area. and by that i mean they tend to care only about themselves and their own desires and don’t give a shit about others. of course, it could be argued that people are selfish by nature, but that’s a whole other philosophical argument.
again, while i’m still on my soap box, i will pat my friends on the back once again, and say how OVERWHELMINGLY accepting and nice they ALL are. i’ve introduced you to probably 65-70% of my friends and all of them have loved you, they all talk to you, cater to you, try to make you feel welcome, etc. they’ve all gone out of their way to try and be friendly and chat with you and at least keep up social grace. my friends have been happy that you’re with me, hanging out with me, seen with me, or whatever, and haven’t tried to be spiteful to me about it…and haven’t tried to cleave you from me or stop you from seeing me, or anything else that’s just…selfish. you’ve made new friends in life and on myspace, and those friendships have carried beyond being “the blonde girl hanging out with daniel” into you being your own person and having conversations that don’t involve me being there.
that being said, i’ve not seen the same. that’s not a plea, and that’s not being whiny, it’s just an observation. some people aren’t open to change or open to making new friends, and that’s fine…but seeing as how i’ve become an integral part of your (social) life, it just seems the next logical step to try and make friends with the new person, right?
well, with people being selfish and wanting to keep you for themselves, that just shows a bit of disrespect toward you, that it shows their intentions seem to be that they want “you” for other reasons than simple friendship…especially when they start judging you based on who you hang out with. yes, everyone has their clique and don’t always welcome new people…but seriously…out of the nearly 100 plus people you’ve met that i’m friends with, have any of them tried to exclude you? even the awkward situations with meeting my ex girlfriends…you’ve made friends with them. they’ve been open and friendly, and held no negativity toward you or judgement.
for one…this says that ALL my friends are fucking awesome, and that’s why they’re MY friends. i don’t hang out with shitty people, and i try to stay away from the “high school” type mentality that are just selfish and want a girl to be a “piece of ass” for the group, they want people there because they truly enjoy their company. is it really all about popularity? how you look? how much you can drink? how many girls/guys you can pick up in a bar? how many people you’ve nailed? no. it really isn’t. that shit mattered in high school, and it’s fucking useless in maintaining adult friendships and circles of friends.
do you know how many friends i’ve lost because of relationships? too many…all too often do i watch girls that i’m great friends with meet some douchebag guy that controls their world, their actions, their everything…that keeps them from having any male friends other than him…because of this “high school” mentality. should i sweat it? no. when a friendship becomes difficult to maintain…it’s no longer a friendship. when a friend questions your every move, and NOT because they’re trying to watch out for your best interest or to help you realize you’re repeating a mistake…that’s not a friendship either. when a boy/girl has a crush on you and you don’t feel the same way…and that person only causes you grief and WON’T be happy for you when YOU find someone that truly makes you happy…that’s not a friendship.
teenagers and children are grasping and self-indulgent, not adults, and finding yourself in those situations isn’t healthy. you’re a genuine, nice, amiable person, and you’re very easily taken advantage of, and taken for granted. couple that with the human nature to feel wanted and admired by your peers…and that just makes for a volatile situation. when a friend makes you feel awkward, negative, or tries to sway your emotions into what THEY want from you…that’s not friendship…that’s selfish manipulation. friends are there for you to talk to when you’re down, to offer sound advice, or just to simply listen…they aren’t there to criticize you for decisions you’ve made, or actions you’ve taken…they’re there to be your friend. there are a lot of people in this world that don’t understand what having a true friend really means, they only see people as a means to an end. quite often that end may be to kiss you, fuck you, control you, or keep you as their own…simply because they don’t know how to respect someone else as a real person and real human being.
just consider what a friend has to offer you…and if they offer nothing but the ability to drain you and make you feel like shit, or make you feel like a bad person for the decisions you’ve made that make YOU happy….are they really your friend? i don’t think so…they’re disposable. with 6 billion people in the world, there’s absolutely no reason to settle for people like that, especially when you know there are people out there that won’t make you feel that way. there are plenty of people out there that simply want you to be yourself, and will encourage you in all your decisions, and support the things you do without question or without criticism.
find the ones that treat you like Jennifer, and the ones that treat you like the child that is making a mistake…or the girl that is choosing the wrong boyfriend…well, are they really your friends?

my return to the workforce

after a lengthy hiatus, i’m starting work again Wednesday at 8am. that’s in like 7 hours.
you know, it’s gonna be lonely sleeping in my own bed tonight, not to mention sleeping alone, but it will be a pleasant start on a new beginning for tomorrow.

Yeats.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

i love your whining.

it’s so adorable to hear you whimper and whine as i quietly sneak out of your bed…and the way you clumsily grasp at me to hug me and wrap around me so that i can’t leave. you’re so helpless…so blissfully blind to the world because of your slumber…yet the slightest motion from me will cause you to sound so sad and pull me even tighter for fear that i won’t be there when you open your eyes. my escape is never easy, not with the way we are so entertwined…my arm under your head, my other wrapped through yours…locking you in so tightly and keeping you safe…even our legs criss-crossed and our feet gently tickling one another. it is pure, blissful completion of the soul, sleeping next to you…whether for an hour or eight. magic…excitement…passion…you’re everything.
there’s nothing more meaningful.

blah revisited.

well, i AM fickle.
i don’t think there’s any way that i can keep my mouth shut.
perhaps i’ve simply been too gracious in the things i’ve said, and now i should simply let my tongue loose. i’m spending too much time worrying about other peoples’ feelings and how i’m going to hurt them with what i have to say.
come out…come out…wherever you are.
and be warned. i’m done saving the feelings of others that don’t mean shit in my world.

blah.

i think i may be done writing for a while. possibly random bullshit meaningless posts will continue, but i think i’m just gonna keep my mouth shut for a bit.
of course, then again i’m fickle…and i may just erase this post and pretend it never happened.

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thomas dunlap
werd.

fag.
Reply5 years ago

~Princess of Pain~
WHY???????
Reply(4)5 years ago

Daniel Self
because i can’t manifest the jumble in my head into anything intelligible.
5 years ago

Daniel Self
😉
5 years ago

She B
oh yeah and WHAT EEEVER. you cant keep those emo feelings in for more than a second.
5 years ago

She B
b/c hes tired of me and our juggalo homie callin him a fag. haha (u KNOW Im playin’ riiight?)
5 years ago

in snow…

The room is dark, save the few candles that are lit around the room, flickering our shadows against the walls. The snow falls outside, as if gently nudging us to be near each other…closer…to warm our bodies with the skin of the other. The room is silent, the quiet wind only slightly shuffling the trees outside the window. We are entirely alone. Even in the candlelight, I can see the shimmer of your eyes asking me to step closer. I move slowly toward you, all the while smiling…staring deeply into your eyes. I can tell your heart has already began speeding up, the anticipation of me being so close to you can drive you wild. Your heart knows what you want…your body begs you to let it happen…I step closer, I even see your chest tremble as you gasp, waiting for me to touch you…the first embrace…skin on skin…the thing you so desire. I’m now inches away from you, I can feel your warm breath against my neck…I can feel your heart pulsing with passion. I very calmly reach for your hands with both of mine…finding them in the shadowy room…and again I hear distinctly your breath skip as you gulp for air and begin shivering with lust. With your hands I pull you near me, and then into me, quietly hugging you as I run my fingers through your hair and kiss your forehead. Seeing the approval in your eyes, I lift off your shirt and lightly begin tracing my fingers down your back…watching you quiver with delight at an increasing rate each time my fingers cross your skin…your breath moving faster, your heart still racing. I begin kissing your neck, my lips soft…your skin softer. Each small nibble releases a moan from you, your fingers clenching tighter into my back, your nails gently digging. Downward I move, still kissing…still flicking my tongue across your shoulders, then across your chest…across your breasts…your eyes fluttering…and lower I go. Your pants are undone now, your fingers have moved to my hair, as you ruffle it with your hands, and in an encouraging way you slowly push my head further…further…my mouth finds black lace…which I slowly move aside…and your body can’t help but whimper in ecstasy as my tongue finds the place you’ve begged it to find…and ever so gently, I begin circling those delicious lips with my tongue…all the while you are reeling in heated fantasy…and delicately I move further…flicking my tongue determinedly…and firmly…yet softly…at your hidden little button. Your heart begins racing…your breath faster…my tongue moves faster in rhythm to your body…in rhythm to your breathing…faster…faster…you gasp…you shriek…I don’t stop, I can tell by your movements that something is about to happen…your hips begin to shake, your legs start rocking…and all in one instant…you scream with release…and my tongue slows…slows…slows…until it is moving no more…and your body whimpers and leans back in sheer exhaustion and content…with a smile on your face…you ease your hand toward my belt loops and pull me toward you…

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~Betty Jean~ Balch
Yeah, coming from a girl who reads those romantic but cheezy books. Your’e damned Great!
Reply5 years ago

thomas dunlap
i got rocked up reading that. you really turn me on d.

Reply5 years ago

The Dalai Mama
Yeah, I’m not gonna read that long ass thing either. 😛
Reply5 years ago

Karissa Mitchell Mcmill…
That’s hot, that’s all I’m saying!
Reply5 years ago

She B
see now. Im not even gonna read that long ass thing
Reply5 years ago

Xx*FemCore*xX
Is this a TRUE story? And PLEASE tell me you gave “the finger” lol!!!! I admire and enjoy your passion for writing 🙂
You know what you should consider? You should write those cheesy sexy sesual girly books 🙂 Now don’t take that wrong, you don’t write cheesy crap, but you are sensual 😉
Xo~LacY~xO
Reply5 years ago

nice.

so…yeah.  now i can’t sleep.  my head is fucking pounding, i’ve been crying, i’ve passed out with my head in the toilet, i’ve been throwing up….and now i can’t sleep.

how familiar does this one sound?

deja vu at it’s finest.

and i’m almost out of fucking cigarettes, and i’m shivering and freezing.

 

 

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The Dalai Mama
Yet, you still manage to get on MySpace…
Reply5 years ago

Random
Sorry, I may not be a big boobed chic, but I still care. sorry I can’t make your party. More than welcome to come here afterwards.
Reply5 years ago

Blue
Some of us never learn from our mistakes
Reply5 years ago

She B
whats up lushous?(thats what I call drunk people…but you know me so I assume you would figure that out) fucking lay off the booze are you turning into an alcoholic much? fuckin A if you would get a ‘f’n job!!!! so word up didnt you go on an interview? how did it go? see you tonight. its at the old ‘Venue’ right? Your not making me go to your goth spot are you?
Reply5 years ago

i sometimes hate dreaming.

i can’t sleep.  images and thoughts in my head are just keeping me awake…and my apathy wants to grow so badly right now, it is such a delicate balance.  of course, i always seem to get this way around my birthday.

my words and my voice are what keep me strong…and they’re stifled right now.  it’s difficult.  so many days i want to say things, express things, praise things…but i can’t.  my fantasies and dreams are still kept at bay inside my head…

maybe i’m just anticipating a huge explosion in the next few days.  maybe i’m just dying for the day that it’s my turn to be acknowledged.  i hope i make you proud.

 

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Random
drink more. It helps. sleep. it helps sleep.
Reply5 years ago

thomas dunlap
it doesnt have to be…..i mean , if you got ’em it doesnt have to be.

speaking of, have you found yours yet?
Reply5 years ago

thomas dunlap
wow!! you 2? i thought i was the only one. i cant tell you how big of a relief that is. such a huge weight off my shoulders.
actually, i do that not just when i cant sleep, but when i can as well.
Reply5 years ago

thomas dunlap
when i cant sleep, i roll a fat fucking joint, pop in a fuck flick, wax the candlestick, and thats seems to do it.
Reply5 years ago

~Princess of Pain~
Darlin…Darlin…Darlin….say what you need. Don’t let anyone stifle you!
Stop stressing out. Things are looking up & you know that. I have all the confidence in the world in you! You are amazing….wait….you already know that right!?!?!?
The birthday thing…..it is going to be fantastic. I promise. I will make sure.
Reply5 years ago