Monday
January 31
Stay Classy '09
People perceive me as being such a strong person, but little do they know how weak I feel inside. I put up a facade because I don't want people to know how much pain I am in. I want people to think I am doing fine, even if I'm not. After everything that has happened to me, all my friends are amazed with how "ok" I'm doing, but the thing is I'm not. I hide it from everyone. I guess I'm also trying to hide it from myself too. I don't know if it's because I have gone through a breakup before so I know how to deal with it, but pretending to be ok is something I have done my whole life. People were shocked to know that things weren't going well in my relationship because I would act like everything was going great when it wasn't. I don't like people to see that I am a weak and vulnerable person so I put on a happy face and act like nothing happened. Some people I know thought my life was "perfect," but I know that it is far from that. So I may act like everything is perfect and when you ask me how I'm doing I will say "fine," but I am most likely not telling the truth. I'm not fine. I'm not ok.
you really got a hold on me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YAvnOWc5uD0&feature=related
I started a tumblr too. Here's the link -----> http://fallingtoreasoningwhy.tumblr.com/
Sunday
January 30
Last night I went home for Leonel's going away party. It was sad to say goodbye to him this morning, but I gave him the letter I wrote and I think he appreciated it.
Going home brought back a lot of memories. It was hard to even walk into my house because the last night I spent in it you were there with me. The only reason I ever came back was to see you and this time it was different. It was really hard for me to to sleep in my bed and be in my room without you there. I walk into my room and it reminds me of you. I won't be coming back for a long time because it was too much for me to handle. It brought me back to this depressive state that I want to escape from. Everywhere I looked it reminded me of you. I wonder if you ever think of me. Do you think of me when you go to a place we have been, or listen to a song that meant something to us, or wear a t shirt that I bought you? Do you still have the cards I wrote and gave to you? Do you think of me at all, or am I nothing now? I feel like I'm nothing.
Saturday
Friday
January 28
Someone please, bring me salvation.
give me your eyes, I need sunshine
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gSivo5_FBcs
Thursday
January 27
Mornings are the worst; like right when I wake up. It's when I feel the most empty inside. I hate it. I dread when my alarm goes off because I know that feeling will overtake my body. I force myself to go through the motions of my morning routine of showering, brushing my teeth, etc...It gets better as I go throughout my day, but then morning comes again.
I don't know if what I'm doing is the best for me. I wish I could just see into the future so I could know whether or not what I am are doing is a positive thing for my life or a negative, but I have no idea what is going to happen and we all have to make our own mistakes. I feel like I should stop because I don't see what benefit it is bringing me, but at the same time I continue to do it. I am so confused inside and all I want is to have a clear mind. Will I continue to do this? Should I? I don't know. Maybe I should just stop and see what happens. See how I feel. But I don't know if I'm strong enough to stop. I want to be strong enough.
The greenhouse was a great place to just sit and think and listen to music. My mom once said to me "music is the one central thing you can count on. It will always be there no matter what." She's right.
Wednesday
January 26
UMass has a greenhouse that I decided to go and look at today because my friend Sam said it was cool; she was right. It was beautiful inside and a nice change from all the cold and snow. It looked like a little tropical rain forest that you could walk through. They had waterfalls and a little bridge over a pond full of fish. It also had benches where you could just sit and enjoy the atmosphere. Maybe I'll start reading or bringing homework down there to do. It was very peaceful and a nice place to be alone.
Damien Rice <---- listen
Tuesday
January 25
I wish I could go somewhere far away, like Europe or some tropical place. It would be nice to get away from everything in society.
I want you to...
say sorry for what you did, and really mean it
be ashamed for the person you became because that's not who you are, or at least I didn't think so
realize how selfish you are being
look me in the eye and tell me the truth
be grateful and appreciate what you have because you don't know how good you had it
be a good person because there is no reason not to be
I stole this quote from my friends facebook. I really like it.
You decide every moment of every day who you are and what you believe in. You get a second chance, every second.
Monday
January 24
Bright Eyes March 10th, Iron & Wine April 19th, should be happy.
I was angry today. I hate you. You're selfish, and there is no reason why you deserve my friendship that you so desperately want.
I think I want to start carrying around a notebook or journal or something so I can jott down my thoughts during the day because I always forget what I want to say when the day is over.
Sunday
January 23
Today Carolyn told me that advertisers for pepsi want to project their insignia onto the moon. Can you really do that, buy the moon? Seems a little dramatic to me. No one should have the right to own the moon, but I guess that's what this world is coming to.
As I was taking a nap today, I had this dream where I was running. I wasn't running towards or away from anything, just running because I felt like it (kind of like in Forrest Gump). I didn't get tired and I enjoyed feeling the air go in and out of my lungs. I was running through different towns and cities, not really knowing where I was going but letting my feet take me there. I didn't want to stop. I looked up what it meant to dream about running. All the websites talked about how running away from something means you feel guilty or running towards something means you have goals, but I was doing neither. One website said if I dreamt that I was just normally jogging, I was on the right path. I guess that's a good sign then.
Saturday
Friday
January 21
This is the bulletin board I pass every time I go to the bathroom. For some strange, annoying, and cheesy reason, it helps.
Thursday
January 20
Today Carolyn, Tricia, and I went home to attend Katie's dad's wake. I wasn't sure how I felt about it initially. I obviously wanted to be there for Katie, but I didn't know how I would react to the situation when I was there. As the three of us drove home to the bury we talked about how we might feel when we got to the wake, but all of us had no clue what our reactions would be. When we walked in the door, the line to see the family winded throughout the funeral home. It was a beautiful thing to see so many people show up to comfort the family and show their love for them. As we got closer to seeing Katie, I began to feel a little nauseous. I started thinking about the situation and looking at all the pictures they had around for people to remember Katie's dad. My eyes began to tear up. We entered the room where they had an open casket and it was extremely hard for me to keep my composure. I had never seen a dead body in real life before so I was very unprepared. If I hadn't had Tricia and Carolyn right next to me, I don't know if I would have made it through. We went through and hugged each of Katie's family members. In a weird reversed role sort of way, it seemed like Katie's family was supporting us. They were all so strong, standing there together, and made me feel loved and thanked me for coming. Katie, I love you so much and I know that you and your family will pull through this tragic time because of the close bond that you all share with each other. After we left the funeral home there was silence. None of us wanted to say a word, maybe none of us knew what to say. We all knew what each other were thinking so there was no need to say anything. This is probably the worst week of my life thus far. It is so hard for me to keep it together right now. Just when I think I'm feeling better, something else happens to break me down again. I wish I could talk to you about Katie's dad and I wish I could be comforted by you, but I know I can't. You aren't that person for me anymore and I need to look elsewhere for that support. Times like this is when I miss you most, but I try not to think or dwell on it because there's no point.
one day I am gonna grow wings
Wednesday
January 19
Today they actually had normally french toast for breakfast. Not that crap they make with raisens or peanut butter and honey or caramel, just good old plain french toast. The bacon was a plus too because I like it so much that I might possibly consider it a food group of mine. This breakfast was probably the happiest part of my day; sad I know. At least I'm eating again.
So one of my best friends and my roommate, Carolyn, recently decided to make a tumblr. She liked how I put blogs into perspective for her when I said they are pretty much infinite status's, except people wont get annoyed with it blowing up your home page on facebook. I could care less that John Smith "juz got some sweet new kicks" or that Mary Jones "is going to the mall, then getting her nails done, then taking a shower, then going to bed, texts pleaseeee." Facebook is full of these people who post these kinds of status's that I really just don't care about. A blog is a place where you can write what you want and people have to actually physically go to your site to see it because they care about you, want to see how your doing, are interested in what you have to say, or just like creeping on you. I like the fact that I can write what I want and not feel like I'm annoying everyone who might be logged on. Anyways, this was one of the reasons Carolyn started her blog. Yesterday she posted something that was very personally to me and I want to thank her for it. Carolyn has been with me through everything I had to deal with last semester. I don't know how I would have survived without her. Even if she didn't know what to say at times, just being there with me made all the difference. It's interesting to hear an outsiders perspective and view of your situation and this is what Carolyn posted on her blog. I encourage you to read her post from January 18, 2011 to see exactly what I'm talking about. I'll attach the link at the bottom of this post. Carolyn, thank you for being there for me. It meant more to me then you can possibly know. It was probably hard for you to watch what was happening, but you took care of me and gave me the support I desperately needed. I will forever be grateful for what you have done.
Carolyn's blog <----
Tuesday
January 18
I miss my best friend. Today you told me you feel like half of you is missing, I feel the same.
Monday
January 17
I thought I would be happier without you, but I'm not. I feel empty inside, like something's missing. It's like I'm an empty shell going around doing the daily routine of life, but I have no passion or real energy to put into myself.
Besides the turmoil that is going on in my own life, I received news this morning that one of my best friends' father passed away. He had been sick for a long time, but even though the family knew it was coming it doesn't make it any easier to lose someone you love. I can't even imagine losing my own dad and my heart goes out to her and her family. I want to be supportive and be there for her, but I'm not sure what to say. There's only so many I'm sorry's a person can hear. Maybe there isn't a right thing to say, but just let the person know that you are there for them even if it is just sitting with them in silence or letting them cry into your arms. I can't say I know how she feels because I have never experienced something like the death of a parent, but she is such a strong person that I know she will push through this tough time. Her father held on for so much longer then expected. I think it was because of the love he had for his family and the closeness they all shared. It is a beautiful thing to see a family be so connected to each other and because of their love he was able to live years past what was expected. I love you Katie. You are the happiest person I know and you light up a room with your personality. "Just keep swimming."
Sunday
January 16
My mind is chaos. Pure blank chaos. I have no idea what I'm thinking or what I want to think. Actually I don't want to think about anything. I don't want to think about what just happened or what has happened in the past, good or bad, but I need to get this all out of my head and write it down. I said I wanted to be truthful when I post on this blog so I'm just going to let everything out.
When I first met you, never did I think you would become such an important person in my life. You surprised me so much when we started talking. I had this instant connection with you unlike anything I had before. It was summer and as usual I went away to dance for four weeks. Although I was away, we continued to talk and our relationship grew. Even though we hadn't ever hungout or had been with each other, I started to consider you one of my best friends. We could talk about anything and we could talk for hours without getting bored. When I came home from dancing, I only had a few weeks left before I headed off to college and you had even less before you started your junior year of high school. The first time we were together one on one I was nervous to see if we could continue our friendship face to face. Again, you surprised me. It was even better seeing you and being with you. I left for college and was happy to have you as my best friend. We texted constantly and when we talked on the phone it would be for hours. It was probably only about two weeks into my first semester when you told me you loved me. I remember the exact moment. I was sitting in sociology class not paying attention and talking to you and you said I love you. Of course I said I loved you back because I thought you meant as friends, but then you said no I really really love you; more then friends. So many thoughts went through my mind and I soon realized that I loved you too, but I didn't think there was anything we could do about it. I thought it would be impossible to have a relationship with a junior in high school while I was a freshman in college so we continued to talk and be best friends while both wanting more. I would come home and visit you and each time I saw you I fell more in love. I gave you your first kiss and you later told me how nervous you were to do it; this made me love you more. I felt guilty doing things at school because I didn't want to hurt you, and you hurt me when you did things with other people as well. After a while it didn't make sense why we weren't together if we were acting like it. When you asked me to be your girlfriend there was nothing more I wanted in the world. You made me so happy, beyond anything I had ever felt before. Our love grew everyday and I didn't think it was possible to love someone as much as I loved you. You had said that you didn't believe teenagers could fall in love, but that I had proved you wrong.
You told me you loved me and I believed you. You said I was perfect and I believed you. You told me I was beautiful inside and out and I believed you. You told me you wanted to be with me forever and that there was no one else in this world you would rather be with, and I believed you. You promised to never hurt me and I believed you. You promised me a life of joy with you that would last forever and I believed you. You told me I was your everything and I believed you. You said you wanted to marry me, have kids with me, make a life with me, and I believed you. You promised you would never let me go and I made the same promise, yet here we are apart. I wrote this next paragraph a little over a month ago and I have been debating whether or not to post it, but if I want to be truthful I know I should.
How can something so good become something so bad? It used to make me the happiest person in the world, but now it just brings me misery. I don’t know how we got here or how it turned into what it is. It’s a struggle to go through every day with the uncertainty in my mind. I just want to be numb, my mind, my body. I want to feel nothing because nothing would be better than this. You have broken me down one too many times and I have nothing left to give. I hate what you’ve done to me. I don’t understand it, if you loved me you should have let me go and saved me from this pain. The pain I feel everyday being with you and I just can’t handle it anymore. I know what I need to do but I don’t know if I can do it. I know I need you out of my life but I don’t know how to convince myself that that is fully the right decision. You have changed so much as a person and it is so sad to see. You were my best friend and my soul mate and now I don’t even know if I can say that you are someone I like. People change, I know that, and there is no point hanging on to you when I don’t feel that you are someone I want to be with. Maybe one day we can be together again. Maybe after we both grow up. But for now I have to say goodbye because this is toxic to my life and isn’t something I want. I don’t regret anything that has happened because we used to be so in love and it’s a shame that its not that way now. Why did you have to do the things you did. We were so great together, but I guess you make mistakes while you grow up, but you really lost something that may possibly be the best thing you could have. But maybe you don’t want that, maybe you don’t want the best thing. I know I need to make myself happy though and I can’t count on other people to do that for me. I said goodbye to the good part of our relationship long ago, and now there is nothing left except us both not wanting to let go. But someone has to do it.
When I wrote that I didn't mean everything I said. I wrote it out of anger and resentment towards you. I don't feel like being with you was as horrible as I wrote. Actually, the moments when we were together still made me happy, even at the end. Being alone with you made me realize how much I still loved you and why I was with you. The many different things you did to hurt me haunted me. I couldn't get them out of my mind. I have forgiven you a countless number of times when I don't think you really deserved forgiveness. You told me you wanted a second chance and I gave it to you. You said you wanted to be with me and didn't want to let me go so I said I would let you prove yourself. I tried so hard because I loved you and I don't think you did the same. You did nothing with your second chance so I'm not sure why I even gave it to you. I guess I was hoping that there was still something there inside of you, a piece of the person I fell in love with, not the person you are now. I deserve better. I have done nothing in comparison to what you did to me. There were times where you brought me so much pain that I physically hurt. It felt like you shoved a knife into my heart and left me there to bleed alone. I hate you so much for that and I am so angry at you for it. What kind of person does that to someone they "love." But in the midst of all the pain and suffering there was somehow happiness.
I have had so many great moments and memories with you. I don't regret anything we ever did because we were so in love with each other. It's painful to think about how in love we were. People were envious of what we had and I would think "wow, I'm so lucky." I think we could have that again, but not now. We need time apart to realize what we really had. The thing that I hate the most was that I lost you as a best friend. I have never had a friendship like yours and it's a shame that it's gone. Maybe one day we can have that again, but maybe we wont. There might be a day when I see you again, but we will both be different people, almost like strangers. You will replace me with someone new, if you already haven't done so. You will tell her how much you love her and how you want to spend forever with her, and I will only be a distant memory.
The last thing you said to me was "you were the best thing that ever happened to me." I believe you. What we had was truly amazing and I am so glad I experienced it with you. I would not trade anything for the world. I loved you so much and still do. I know you love me and I know it was hard for you to see us separate, but know that I am here forever. I would give anything to have what we had again. I don't think I can put into words how much love you have given me and how much I have given back. After writing all of this I honestly just want you to be here again with me. I want to feel the warmth of your arm around me and your lips kissing my cheek. I want to see your face and your eyes. I want to be with you. Maybe this is a mistake we made. Sometimes it seems like I can't and don't want to live without you. But this mistake will make us realize what we truly want.
When I first met you, never did I think you would become such an important person in my life. You surprised me so much when we started talking. I had this instant connection with you unlike anything I had before. It was summer and as usual I went away to dance for four weeks. Although I was away, we continued to talk and our relationship grew. Even though we hadn't ever hungout or had been with each other, I started to consider you one of my best friends. We could talk about anything and we could talk for hours without getting bored. When I came home from dancing, I only had a few weeks left before I headed off to college and you had even less before you started your junior year of high school. The first time we were together one on one I was nervous to see if we could continue our friendship face to face. Again, you surprised me. It was even better seeing you and being with you. I left for college and was happy to have you as my best friend. We texted constantly and when we talked on the phone it would be for hours. It was probably only about two weeks into my first semester when you told me you loved me. I remember the exact moment. I was sitting in sociology class not paying attention and talking to you and you said I love you. Of course I said I loved you back because I thought you meant as friends, but then you said no I really really love you; more then friends. So many thoughts went through my mind and I soon realized that I loved you too, but I didn't think there was anything we could do about it. I thought it would be impossible to have a relationship with a junior in high school while I was a freshman in college so we continued to talk and be best friends while both wanting more. I would come home and visit you and each time I saw you I fell more in love. I gave you your first kiss and you later told me how nervous you were to do it; this made me love you more. I felt guilty doing things at school because I didn't want to hurt you, and you hurt me when you did things with other people as well. After a while it didn't make sense why we weren't together if we were acting like it. When you asked me to be your girlfriend there was nothing more I wanted in the world. You made me so happy, beyond anything I had ever felt before. Our love grew everyday and I didn't think it was possible to love someone as much as I loved you. You had said that you didn't believe teenagers could fall in love, but that I had proved you wrong.
You told me you loved me and I believed you. You said I was perfect and I believed you. You told me I was beautiful inside and out and I believed you. You told me you wanted to be with me forever and that there was no one else in this world you would rather be with, and I believed you. You promised to never hurt me and I believed you. You promised me a life of joy with you that would last forever and I believed you. You told me I was your everything and I believed you. You said you wanted to marry me, have kids with me, make a life with me, and I believed you. You promised you would never let me go and I made the same promise, yet here we are apart. I wrote this next paragraph a little over a month ago and I have been debating whether or not to post it, but if I want to be truthful I know I should.
How can something so good become something so bad? It used to make me the happiest person in the world, but now it just brings me misery. I don’t know how we got here or how it turned into what it is. It’s a struggle to go through every day with the uncertainty in my mind. I just want to be numb, my mind, my body. I want to feel nothing because nothing would be better than this. You have broken me down one too many times and I have nothing left to give. I hate what you’ve done to me. I don’t understand it, if you loved me you should have let me go and saved me from this pain. The pain I feel everyday being with you and I just can’t handle it anymore. I know what I need to do but I don’t know if I can do it. I know I need you out of my life but I don’t know how to convince myself that that is fully the right decision. You have changed so much as a person and it is so sad to see. You were my best friend and my soul mate and now I don’t even know if I can say that you are someone I like. People change, I know that, and there is no point hanging on to you when I don’t feel that you are someone I want to be with. Maybe one day we can be together again. Maybe after we both grow up. But for now I have to say goodbye because this is toxic to my life and isn’t something I want. I don’t regret anything that has happened because we used to be so in love and it’s a shame that its not that way now. Why did you have to do the things you did. We were so great together, but I guess you make mistakes while you grow up, but you really lost something that may possibly be the best thing you could have. But maybe you don’t want that, maybe you don’t want the best thing. I know I need to make myself happy though and I can’t count on other people to do that for me. I said goodbye to the good part of our relationship long ago, and now there is nothing left except us both not wanting to let go. But someone has to do it.
When I wrote that I didn't mean everything I said. I wrote it out of anger and resentment towards you. I don't feel like being with you was as horrible as I wrote. Actually, the moments when we were together still made me happy, even at the end. Being alone with you made me realize how much I still loved you and why I was with you. The many different things you did to hurt me haunted me. I couldn't get them out of my mind. I have forgiven you a countless number of times when I don't think you really deserved forgiveness. You told me you wanted a second chance and I gave it to you. You said you wanted to be with me and didn't want to let me go so I said I would let you prove yourself. I tried so hard because I loved you and I don't think you did the same. You did nothing with your second chance so I'm not sure why I even gave it to you. I guess I was hoping that there was still something there inside of you, a piece of the person I fell in love with, not the person you are now. I deserve better. I have done nothing in comparison to what you did to me. There were times where you brought me so much pain that I physically hurt. It felt like you shoved a knife into my heart and left me there to bleed alone. I hate you so much for that and I am so angry at you for it. What kind of person does that to someone they "love." But in the midst of all the pain and suffering there was somehow happiness.
I have had so many great moments and memories with you. I don't regret anything we ever did because we were so in love with each other. It's painful to think about how in love we were. People were envious of what we had and I would think "wow, I'm so lucky." I think we could have that again, but not now. We need time apart to realize what we really had. The thing that I hate the most was that I lost you as a best friend. I have never had a friendship like yours and it's a shame that it's gone. Maybe one day we can have that again, but maybe we wont. There might be a day when I see you again, but we will both be different people, almost like strangers. You will replace me with someone new, if you already haven't done so. You will tell her how much you love her and how you want to spend forever with her, and I will only be a distant memory.
The last thing you said to me was "you were the best thing that ever happened to me." I believe you. What we had was truly amazing and I am so glad I experienced it with you. I would not trade anything for the world. I loved you so much and still do. I know you love me and I know it was hard for you to see us separate, but know that I am here forever. I would give anything to have what we had again. I don't think I can put into words how much love you have given me and how much I have given back. After writing all of this I honestly just want you to be here again with me. I want to feel the warmth of your arm around me and your lips kissing my cheek. I want to see your face and your eyes. I want to be with you. Maybe this is a mistake we made. Sometimes it seems like I can't and don't want to live without you. But this mistake will make us realize what we truly want.
Saturday
Friday
Thursday
January 13
I went sledding today, and I had forgotten how fun it can be. Sliding down the hill, the wind whipping in your face, and if you're lucky flying over the snow mound at the bottom and tumbling into the street. Unfortunately the snow was too soft to build the snowman my friend Carolyn and I were so excited about, but overall it's fun to be a kid again. My mom and Leonel took me to a Chinese buffet for dinner, and they had something to "discuss" with me. As I filled my stomach with things we Americans call Chinese, I wondered what it could be they had to say. I was a little bit scared because I had no idea if it was bad or good. Finally after we had finished eating everything Leonel said he had something very hard to tell me. He told me how important I am to him and how he sees me as a daughter, which is why this was to hard to get out. With tears in his eyes he stated that at the end of this month he would go back home to Brazil and he would have to leave my family and me. It was hard to comprehend this because Leonel has always said he was going back to Brazil, but this time it was for real. He said he had already sold his truck, which is everything to him. Of course all stupid me said was "I love that truck." Leonel relied "yes so do I, but I love you and Eric so much more." To see him so emotional was heart wrenching. I couldn't get out the right words to say how much I would miss him and to thank him for all he has done for my family. Leonel is one of the hardest working people I have ever met. He has such determination and drive to do things for other people out of the kindness of his heart. I envy that and I hope that someday I can be as generous as he was to me. As I sit here and write this post my sweatshirt still reeks of the buffet (barf). I don't think I said what I wanted to say to Leonel or expressed my gratitude for him enough. I'm going to write a letter to him so I can get everything out and make sure it conveys my great amount of sorrow, but also my appreciation for what he has done.
Wednesday
January 12
if you hate the taste of wine, why do you drink it till you're blind?
Today was pretty boring. If it weren't for the countless hours of Top Chef on tv, I probably would have gone insane. When my mom came home she looked at me on the couch and said so I see you've done nothing. I replied "yup." As she rambled on in the kitchen about how I was home all day and didn't help her out, I just stared at the tv at a show I wasn't even watching. I went into the kitchen to put away the dishes and my mom says "so I see you got a B+ in anatomy..." The disdain in her voice was unmistakable. She goes on to say how I received all A's except in anatomy, all facts that I already know and have known for a month. I go on the usually rant of how a B+ isn't that bad and how I tried, blah blah blah. She finally says ok, I know anatomy is a lot of work and a lot of things to remember. Well then why did you even bring it up in the first place? I have always done well in school, with no help from my parents. The way they baby my brother through everything is astonishing to me because I never got any of that. But they say have their own reasons for how they treat us differently, apparently I have always been more independent and of course my brother has always had adhd. Whatever, I know I did well in school and I don't need their approval of my grades or work I do. You would think that me getting into all of the ten colleges I applied to and getting into the nursing schools would deserve some sort of verbal reward, but nothing. It's always what I could do better and what I need to work on. I retreated to my room and I started reading one of my good friend's tumblrs. I think she keeps it hidden from most people, but I honestly love what she writes and I am interested in what she has to say. I think I might get a tumblr once I'm done with this blog.
Tuesday
January 11
I know what I want to write about today, but I don't know how to put it into words. When you trust someone you have a confidence in them, a confidence that they will be there for you and that they wont betray you in any way. I feel like you can only trust yourself completely. To put your feelings and your heart into another person's hands is scary, trusting that they wont crush them. I've done it before a number of times and have been crushed so now I feel like the best thing is to be guarded. This way I am protecting myself, which is the thing that matters most. The people who I truly trust in this world are friends who have been by my side for many years. I guess people need to prove themselves to be trustworthy to me, but that can take a very long time. I am very confused right now in my life because I don't know what or who to believe. I know it will all work itself out in the end and life will go on, but I don't know what that life will be.
Monday
Sunday
January 9
Today I had to take all the ornaments off the Christmas tree. It was kind of sad because Christmas is my favorite holiday. I like the atmosphere the holiday season brings; the songs, the food, and people that surround you. Goodbyes are always the hardest, no matter what it is.
Saturday
January 8
This morning when I woke up I was happy. It was very strange. I feel like I haven't felt true happiness in a long time. I was able to look in the mirror and smile. It felt like the real me was back. I have no idea how or why this happened, but I am so glad it did. It's like all the pain I was feeling was washed away from my body. I know I might not be completely better, but this is definitely a start.
Friday
Thursday
January 6
To forgive and forget. Forgiveness is hard, but forgetting is even harder. I think I forgive people very easily, maybe too easily. But how many times should I forgive a person? I guess it depends on how I feel about them. If you forgive someone too many times does that mean they never learn their lesson? I have trouble with the forgetting part. The event will play in my mind over and over again and I can't get it out of my head. I want the person to feel just as bad as I did, and to hurt and experience the pain that I felt. But if I want that, then is that really forgiving them. The only way to truly receive forgiveness in my eyes is to prove yourself again. Whether it was a best friend who betrayed you or a family member who left you, they need to prove to you why they should be let back into your life and why they deserve to have you in theirs. If they end up showing me that they are someone that I can consider a part of my life again then I would be happy to have them there, but I will most likely never forget the pain they caused and the hurt I felt because of their actions. I've learned that time can make things better; it can ease the pain, and if enough time passes then maybe I can start to forget. But I wish that I could fast forward time so I could forget everything right now. Forget things that happened, forget how I felt, and just forget everything.
Wednesday
January 5
I find that dried out and dead flowers are more beautiful than living ones. I have dried flowers all over my room that I have collected over the years. They are so delicate and fragile, that with one touch they can crumble in your hand. I suppose this could be like a person. One event or experience that happens in someone's life can cause them to crumble down to nothing. The difference is that if a person tries, they can be put back together. I'm trying.
Tuesday
Monday
Sunday
January 2
heaven. Every time I walk into Gilly Hicks a voice inside my head makes that noise that signifies entering into the clouds. I think any girl who has entered that store has had that happen to them. I can't ever leave without buying something here, and today was no exception. Anyways, my blog entry isn't going to be about bra and underwear heaven; instead I want to talk about something that happened yesterday. One of my friends needed to talk to me about things happening in her life. I have drifted apart from this person over the last couple of years, but I still consider her someone who I could go to no matter what. She has always been there for me through everything and I know I am there for her. When she arrived at my house I knew something was wrong. She told me about the things she was feeling about her life and such. I couldn't help but relate it to myself. Loneliness. It's a cruel thing and something I have always been afraid of. I can be in a room full of people or even surrounded by friends and still feel like I'm all alone. As much as a claim to be an independent person, I don't think I really am. The past months have shown me how completely dependent I am on certain people in my life and I don't think it's a healthy dependence to have. Being in a bottomless pit of sorrow showed me that I needed to be ok with being by myself. The one and only person you can count on and trust is yourself. I got to a place in my life that was so dark that I didn't know how to get better except to start relying on myself for my happiness and well being. This kind of relates to what I wrote yesterday and I'm learning a lot of different things about myself from my experience. I have my friends and family to help me get through hard times, but I am the one and only person who can truly make things better. You can't count on other people to make it better for you because you might be let down again and again as I've learned. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love all my friends and family to death and I appreciate everything they do for me, but I think I need to be a stronger person and be able to stand on my own two feet without them holding me up. everything you thought you had has gone to shit, but we've got a lot, don't ever forget that
Saturday
January 1
2011. It’s a new year and I decided to make my first blog. I want to post a picture that I take every day for the entire year of 2011. I think it will be interesting to go back and look at my year through photographs. A year can change a lot of things in a person’s life. After 2011 is over I probably won’t be the same person I am now. I never was the type to keep a diary. When I was little I had one with cute puppies on the cover and a little key to open it, but I never actually used it, just thought it was cool. I actually hate writing, but I’m going to try it out on this blog. Maybe it will be some type of catharsis for me or at least that’s what I’m hoping. I can’t promise to post a picture and write every day because I know that most likely won’t happen, but I’m going to try my best to post as much as I can.
So since it’s the New Year I guess I should make a resolution. I don’t normally make one or if I do I never follow through, but this year it’s different. My resolution this year is to be happy. I know that sounds silly, but I have spent the past 3 months of my life being the most miserable I have ever felt. I think I put other people’s happiness before my own; always trying to please people and not really thinking about the effect it has on me. It may sound selfish, but I think I need to make myself happy before I can make others happy. I have come to realize that my happiness relies on me and not other people. I’m the only one who makes changes in my life that will increase my happiness. If anyone actually reads this blog and what I write that would be amazing. Whether you know me personally or just stumbled upon this page, I’m really going to try and put my whole self into this. I’m a person who keeps a lot of things inside so it will be a challenge for me to open up and share my feelings with the world. If you’re out there to listen, thanks, I really appreciate it. Happy New Year. I wonder where it will take me.
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