I still feel a lot of anger inside of me. I know from last time that eventually it will subside as time passes, but the days feel so heavy with this rage living inside of me.  The days feel so long. I'm not enjoying them. Maybe that's a sweeping statement... maybe it's not. I just don't feel happy.

Strange. Alien.

I feel so trapped inside my emotions that I can't seem to even put the words together to demonstrate how I'm feeling. It's all just jumbly, messy, tangled up strings of anger where the balls of string are just so damn knotted up that there's really no point untangling them. That's what my chest feels like. Heavy. Tight. Alien.

I'm trying to remember what it was like to be optimistic. I'm trying hard to stop this from taking over me and ruining the person I once was. I don't want this to be some turning point that I'll look back on and say -- mhm. that's when I went mad. Mad in all sense of the word -- angry, crazy, lost. Fuck I hate seeing these words on my screen, they seem so foreign. Anyone remember when I used to blog about fucking restaurants? and good vibes? and loving people? That's all gone now too... or at least buried. Alien.

There are people who ask me how I'm doing. I think they actually care. Sometimes I word vomit out everything and talk about how hurt I am. How faithful, loyal and true I am, and how despite all that I've been burned. How unfair I think it is. Sometimes I don't say anything and shrug my shoulders. Sometimes I smile and say I'm fine. All of it is true. All of it is shit. Alien.

Why can't I learn to let this all go? Leave people behind me that deserve it. Forgive others too. Period. Question mark? Pause. How do I do this again? Wondering if I ever felt a time similar to this fiasco and wondering how I dealt with it. Did I do this in the sixth grade when that bully really hurt my feelings and I stood up to her? Did I do this freshman year when my friendship circles changed and I fell in love and fell out of it and I swore I've never been more hurt? Did I do this in College when I felt lost and lonely and that I had no real friends nearby? Have I dealt with pain before?
Not sure. Alien.

This is the point in the blog where I usually start to turn things around and say something positive. "insert sunshine and happiness cliche here." Fuck I don't have one to say. I'm still angry. If I lay it all out here word for word -- the entire story starting with "once upon a time..." and ending with "and then she lived happily ever after." you think that would help? Will that untie some knots? Who knows? It's all fucking alien. 

Bye, bitch.

I'm not going to let you ruin my sunshine.
Even when you worm your way through the mud and up into my air.
Even when you wiggle and squeal your deafening, dull noises
Even when you try to make yourself big to block out the light

It's not going to happen.

I'm not going to let you ruin my sunshine
Even when the air feels thick around me, asphyxiating my throat
Even when the ether evaporates prickling my skin
Even when the storm clouds pass overhead stonewalling the sun

It's not going to happen.

I'm not going to let you ruin my sunshine
When my day begins and the light breaks through my window
When my eyes open and his are the first thing I see
When my dreams disperse and I'm hit with reality

It's not going to happen.

I'm not going to let you ruin my sunshine
Because I deserve more
Because I feel better
Because I am the antithesis of you. The very opposite.

You're not going to happen.
Never now
Never then
Never again.
Not ruining my sunshine.

Maybe I'm feeling all broken inside too.
Maybe I smother you with love too much that you take it for granted.
Maybe it's nothing special anymore.

How do I continue giving you my all if I feel like it's not even working?
Am I over thinking this?

Some days I just don't believe you.

You're broken inside, same as me.
I convince myself that I'm healed but I'm not.

Your depression irks me.

Because I don't know how to help anymore.
Because time has made my normal ails useless.
Because last time you sought solace elsewhere.

It's like I don't trust you
...for some things.
most things I do.

Like my life?
but Not my happiness.
Like my safety?
but Not my security.

Oh my love for you runs deep.

but somewhere inside something feels off.

I wish you never fucked with me the way you did.
How do I heal?

m e d i c i n e.

Its Monday morning and already I'm feeling overwhelmed. Lots of bits and pieces swirling around my desk, and none of them more important than the other. None of them are urgent either, so my desire to complete them has waned. I'm not into it right now guys. I'm just not.

Thinking about Saturday night and wondering how drunk I was and what I said to what people. I've honestly been making an effort to pay more attention to my drinking -- trying not to drink too much too soon etc. I let go on Saturday night, or I forgot to pay attention - not sure which one, and now I'm wondering how many secrets I spilled and to whom. Do you black out when you drink? I'm not sure if I do, but I know that I remember very little of the night. It's kind of scary to have those black holes in my memory. Who did I speak to and why? Will they remember what I said? Did I seem genuine? Entitled? Sad? Does it even matter?

I can see that this blog is me sounding sad and melancholy. Truthfully, that's how I'm feeling these days. This 28 year old version of me is a little lost, a little insecure, a little trite. A lot bitchy. I'm just not into you or anyone else right now. Everything feels so d u l l .

I'm wondering what that means for me. What's the life shift I need to make so that everything feels better again?

Last year must've been some kind of magic because I was so ZEN. I was happy and content and excited for the future. One little shit storm happens and there goes the magic.

Life experiences really do shape you -- good ones, bad ones, ugly ones. I'm definitely a different person now. I think people are noticing it too and wondering if they've done something to make me feel this way. Some have, most haven't. and I'm sure that it's all really stemming from me. The hesitance, the hard exterior, the drinks - it's all me.

Some of it is you though -- the loyalty, the holding me up, the kindness, the conversations, the protection. These are the things I'm looking for in the people that love me. These are the things I'm looking for to help put me back together.

I'm a mess today, but maybe I won't be so tomorrow.

I stumbled upon your writings today.
It was like finding a treasure chest.

Happily, giddy, I ran to it remembering all that your writing used to be so long ago. The happy feelings joined company with the sad ones as I remembered it had been years since you've put your work in a public albeit quiet space.

I still ran.

and when I got to that chest, I found terror, anger, loss.
death.

How could I forget that you were feeling this way?
How could I forget that you always have?
How could I think that my own sadness and insecurities was enough for the both of us?

You were always this way.

And I loved you hard because of it.

This is in our roots. This has seeped into the veins and very being of this family tree we are building.

The dark wood splinters here and there and the leaves shake and fall.

But we stand strong
and we blossom.

Together.


Maybe this treasure chest didn't hold all I expected to find.
Maybe my own insecurities landed on top of yours.
...Is he talking about me? Are those my eyes he is referring to? Is the love he speaks of mine?
...does he know a love from somewhere else? Is it as deep, as good?

Maybe this treasure chest held more than just poems.
It must also hold reminders.

This is who you are. This is who we are.
This is our love.

and my love for you will always catch you, envelop you,
bring you back to life when you feel you are dead.

The cracks and the splinters will repair.
The leaves will hold tight, and the flowers will bloom.

and as we will for Eternity
We will stand. We will grow.

death, or something like it.

I feel like I'm diseased.

Some days I'm fine - no illness, no symptoms of pain.  Other days, I'm a complete and utter mess. Sorrow and anger oozes out of my pores, infecting the air and all those around me.

All the hard work I've done to heal becomes completely undone.
...and I'm back at square one.

More than anything these days, I am feeling betrayed. I feel like the people around me do not understand the  gravity of the situation I've been placed in - a situation I've been picked up and put in, not a situation I chose for myself.

When you get cheated on, everything in the universe turns on it's head. You question everything and trust no one. This is especially true when the two cheating devils dance within the same friendship circle -- the circle that I sat so neatly in for the last few years.  Now everything is destroyed especially because I'm hoping, praying that people choose to stand by my side.

...they aren't.

Honestly, this is just as painful as my own beloved cheating on me.

I feel like I have no real friends. I feel like I'm alone and that loyalty means nothing here.

I feel like I don't even like (most of) the people I'm associated with anymore.

I feel like I'm a shell of the person I once was. The optimism that was so trademark me has left me to live with someone new. I am not me anymore.

and nothing helps to make me feel better.

...except maybe constant repetition from him.
"I love you, I do. You're my all and everything in between. You are mine and I am yours forever.
.
.
.
I'll never hurt you again."

Hearing it over and over again forces me to believe it's true.
Is it true?
Tell me so.

Thanks, Best!

I've been needing some clarity lately. Things have been muggy and my line of vision is fuzzy. Half thoughts and hesitations have become a constant, and I'm just so ready to let it all go.

So I did the one thing that always helps. I called my best friend.

Two rings and one hello later, I instantly felt at ease. What magic.

As I mumbled and rushed my way through a hard-to-say story, she listened and did what any self-respecting best friend would do; she held me together.

She had my back.

I forgot what it was like to have someone just support me, no questions asked. And that feeling more than anything was what I needed for all the muddled thoughts to clear up. She reminded me of who I am and the power that I possess. She reminded me that despite my hard-headedness, I am determined, strong and I know what I deserve.

She told me that others around me were being unfair, and I shouldn't fall into their trap.

She lifted me up and kept me together.

We've been best friends for an eternity which makes it easy to take our friendship for granted or forget how important it is to talk over the phone instead of just text, but man after today, I don't think I'll forget the strength and magic of this friendship of ours. The universe knew what it was doing when the put us together, and I just feel so lucky.