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Thursday, 02 February 2012

  • I really wish I could just mentally input text here say, when I'm driving and thinking it all out anyway.

    To be said before typing anything else out, my depression meds have not been taken today so the car ride home from Lindsay prompted me to start thinking those sort of thoughts. Of course, it doesn't help that I opted to turn right on San Dimas instead of going home the way I normally do. I really did just feel like driving a little longer though... I can't help that it happened to take me to Via Verde.

     

    It's just not fair. I hate to sound whiny and spoiled and have FWP all over my mind but it just isn't. It isn't fair to spend over two years of your life with someone just to suddenly wake up and not feel the way you did the day before as if all of the problems in the relationship just suddenly compiled themselves into one big ball of apathy and blocked any motivation to stay with that person. It's even less fair to have that happen and be left with all of the associations and memories built from said relationship. 

    I hate driving almost anywhere I would usually drive and be struck with a flash of fond nostalgia that are soon colored black by recent updates. I drive to school, I go to Gamestop, I go to a friends house, I go to any fucking place in the fucking city and all I can think of are the things I can't do anymore with someone. I hate watching a movie or playing a game that is now just completely associated with him because now I can't play games at all or just enjoy things I used to. 

    Elite Beat Agents, Rune Factory, ANY FIGHTING GAME EVER -- Specifically BlazBlue, Street Fighter, Marvel vs Capcom, and Mortal Kombat, most RPGs I own, Left 4 Dead/2, any puzzle game, any DS game.. hell, Dungeon Defenders even. I was supposed to be playing that with him originally anyway on the PS3. But nope. 

    I can't eat places that I used to eat at because then it just feels like the people who know us will judge me. Can't speak to any people I know at school because MOST of them I know because of him, thus they are loyal to him and most of them are already judging me, I know this for a fact. 

     

    I mean, yeah, I miss him, but only because of what he represented. He was sweet and caring, loyal above all else, and fun. I miss having another half, someone who thought about things similarly to me and did everything with me. I miss having a really good friend. 

    But at the same time, I really don't miss a lot about him. I don't miss that his thoughts seemed shallow... shallow in the sense that I could tell him my deepest thoughts or fears or memories or anything and it just seemed to go right over his head... like he's had no life experiences to relate to, which isn't his fault, but I couldn't handle that. I couldn't handle his lack of desire to further our relationship and actually be a couple, not just two kids dating out of high school. He was always too afraid of his parents. I was also much more sexual than him. I felt more manly, not just for the aforementioned fact but for so many other things in general.

    I am very happy that I am not with him anymore. He is not what I wanted in a partner, yet at the same time, it really does feel like I just took a puppy that I've raised for the past two years, drove him to some far away city, tossed him out of the car, and drove back to my safe and comfy home. I can't help feeling so guilty and terrible. I mean, it's not his fault I just stopped caring, I just did...

     

    Which begs me to bring up my next unwanted thought. 
    Dustin.

    I really, really, really, REALLY like him. So much. I can't even explain in words how happy he makes me.  

    Then there's me, all full of negative thoughts and low self-esteem, constantly reminding him of that. He says he enjoys spending time with me and talking to me which I believe, but how long will it be before all of my negativity just starts to weigh him down? 

    Not to mention I'm flying out to see him on the 14th. I'm so damn excited. Then I'm nervous. So nervous. Super nervous of how he'll see me in person mostly and then maybe just not being what I was cracked up to be. Nervous that I'm going to engage sexually with him and then just be tossed aside after, or worse, me doing that to him. I don't want to think I will, but who's to say that I won't build up some immense level of intimacy with him just to stop caring one day like I've already done once before? I hate myself for that sometimes. I hate not knowing how I'll feel tomorrow. I hate thinking negative thoughts for him, too. He's always having to console me because of that. 

    Also it seems that every time I go to Lindsay's there's another small piece of information that I somehow get about him that suddenly flips my view on things. This really shouldn't happen but my mind likes to not be happy it seems so it happens often. Doesn't help knowing that he flirts with most females that also play video games. MIGHT JUST BE MOST FEMALES IN GENERAL. Who the hell knows. Only feeds my thoughts of, "Why me?" and "I'm nothing special, just another girl he flirted with that happened to like him back" and I can't help but wonder how long his feelings will last for me. 

    But you know, before I even thought there was the remote possibility that he liked me I was completely fucking okay with believing that he liked Lindsay, especially with how many times she'd let me know that. I was completely okay with the idea that he'd hit on any girl he felt like or that he'd find anyone attractive and of course, now it kind of hurts.

    Fucking awesome. Fuck me and my mind.

    I think I'm really, truly falling for him, too. I don't really want to let myself think that I am, at least not until I meet him in person, but I really think I am...

Friday, 23 December 2011

  • I'm so incredibly co-dependent, it's not funny. I don't like doing things alone for the most part. I love the idea of being in a relationship. I love being with someone when I am in a relationship. I love seeing all of the good little characteristics that I wouldn't normally see in guys because I crush on so many of them.

    I'm also very isolated. Even though I try to keep someone around me most of the time, they almost never know me. I don't open up willingly. I normally force myself to show people what I'm thinking so that it does not drive me insane to know that no one knows it. Everything I show is superficial. Skin deep. All of the landmines are kept further in... things I've never told anyone. Things I've tried telling people but no one was listening. Things that you just don't come out and say. I'd rather someone was able to see me, the actual me. To analyze me and know my past and know my thoughts and feelings. This could be because I don't know who I am or what potential I have, if any. I don't know how I appear to someone who could actually see all of whatever is in me and if it is good or bad to them. Am I rotten inside? I don't know. 

    I just wish that someone could pick me up and read me from front to back, no questions asked, and give their thoughts. Not even give their thoughts, per se... just understand. I want someone to understand the root of my insanity and connect that that is why I am how I am. 

     

    I know my flaws.

    I know physically I could stand to work out a bit more and that I wasn't born with the most feminine face. I know my eyes droop. I know my cleavage isn't amazing. 

    I know emotionally I'm scattered and have more than a few broken pieces that can't be fixed. I know that I get really jealous really easily. I know that I have mood swings up the ass. I know that I latch on too easily and I let go just the same. I know that I care too much. I also know that I don't care enough. I am apathetic most of the time. When something breaks through, the flood gates crash. 

    I know personality wise that I'm too adaptable around people. I will start molding to fit how they are. I don't have my own public identity. I make myself how people want to see me. I know I can get carried away, loud and obnoxious if I don't check myself. I know I can be really boring sometimes and just not get queues from people. I know I don't keep in touch with people and my communication skills suck. I know that I procrastinate too much and am far too lazy. I know I speak impulsively. I know I act impulsively. I know I am immature and crude and have no tact. I know I do not pick up on things the way most people do and I know I am overall not very smart. I know I have no drive or ambition. I know that there are more to speak of, but I also know that sometimes I am critical on myself. But then again, how can one not be when the feelings of failure are so overabundant?

Thursday, 22 December 2011

  • Lying on my bed listening to Third Eye Blind and eating a pear naked while crying.

    This has been my day so far.

     

    So fuck Facebook fuck Twitter fuck Tumblr fuck parties fuck happiness fuck soulmates fuck personality quizzes fuck therapists fuck know-it-alls fuck feelings fuck break ups and fuck guilt.

    Fuck the past and fuck memories.

    Fuck the present and fuck what's happening.

    Fuck the future and fuck all that comes with it.

Sunday, 18 December 2011

  • So all I've had to eat today is a bite of that nasty ass macaroni and cheese from KFC. I'm pretty sure that stuff is usually pretty tasty but the last couple of times I've gotten it, it's tasted like ass.

    But I digress.

    You see, all I've had each day for the past week or so is a bite of something. For the whole day. That's it. Everything makes me nauseous. I'm not hungry. Of course, super thirsty still, but I doubt that aspect of my appetite will ever change.

    I thought it was my depression that I was in but I'm pretty sure I've been out of that for a little while... so I'm not really sure WHAT is causing this.

     

    On another note, there is a high likelihood that I may be diabetic.


    We shall see.

Friday, 09 December 2011

  • Make it a sweet, sweet goodbye
    It could be for the last time
    And it's not right
    "Don't let yourself
    Get in over your head," he said
    Alone and far from home, I'll find you

    Dead, like a candle you burned out
    Spill the wax over the spaces
    Left in place of angry words
    Scream to be heard
    Like you needed any more attention
    Throw the bottle, break the door
    And disappear

    Sing me to sleep
    I'll see you in my dreams
    Waiting to say
    "I miss you. I'm so sorry."

    Forever's never seemed so long
    As when you're not around
    It's like a piece of me is missing
    I could have learned so much from you
    But what's left now?

    Don't you realize
    You brought this family a world of pain?
    Can't you see there could have been
    A happy ending we let go?

    Sing me to sleep
    I'll see you in my dreams
    Waiting to say
    "I miss you. I'm so sorry."

    Sing me to sleep
    Sing me to sleep
    Sing me to sleep
    Sing me to sleep

    Sing me to sleep
    (You've taken so much with you)
    I'll see you in my dreams
    (But left the worst with me)
    Waiting to say
    "I miss you. I'm so sorry."
    I'm sorry, I'm sorry

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