Grow Up...

stood in line for so long just to picket, something I will never understand... aren't you tired of always being mad at the world?  won't you just admit you don't care?

As stated in my last post, I am working on my anger issues.  Since quitting smoking 8 months ago, I go from 0 to 60 in approximately 0.5 seconds.  Like, I don't have time for bullshit.  When people annoy me I used to be able to laugh it off. Now, I literally have to talk myself off a ledge and get the needle and thread ready to sew my mouth shut before I say something I can't take back.  I'm like the Hulk, and I have no idea where it comes from. Mind you, it's nothing serious.  The annoyance isn't life threatening and will not kill me, but keeping my mouth shut literally exhausts me.  If you know me in real life then you have probably heard me say "I can't" at least 53 times a day.  Because seriously, I caaaaan't. 

I'm not perfect, I am well aware and don't ever claim to be, but some people... ooooh some people really make me shake my head.  I seriously say to myself "is this person serious?!" way too many times a day.  I feel like no one uses common sense anymore.  Like, I literally want to biff them.  Directly in the forehead and say "HELLLOOOO... IS ANYBODY IN THERE?"  Do I actually biff them?  No, but it's getting ridiculous and I'm starting to think that maybe I'm not the only one that feels that way.  I just don't have my ex-best friend, Nicotine, there to distract me from outright stupidity.  Do I express these thoughts?  No, I don't.  Because it is not that person's fault that I am a fucking head case.  Just because I am having an issue dealing with ridiculous things doesn't mean that I have any right to scream at someone or make them feel shitty.  I know better...

I want to know when confrontation became the first thing people do.  It used to be that a few events led up to a confrontation.  There was a build up.  But now, you tell someone NO and it's like, BOOM they're in your face.  What the fuck?!  I am a dance instructor and had to deal with WAY to many mothers at dress rehearsal the other night.  I have been dancing since I was 2 years old (that's right, 30 years betch!) and I don't EVER remember my mother screaming at a dance instructor back stage.  There was a certain respect that existed, and moms used to trust that we would handle it because we are professionals and this isn't our first time at the rodeo.  But the other night, I had five mothers, that's right, FIVE, yelling at me at the SAME TIME.  That's in all caps because these are grown women.  Grown ass women yelling different things at me at the same time.  Like, I know you know she's currently yelling at me, I can't even hear what you're saying.  Wait your turn!  I just don't understand.  And since the customer is always right, I have to take it like a champ.  But what do you think, you have the only kid who is here passed her bedtime?  It's one night of total inconvenience.  I'm tired too.  I got up at 5 in the morning too.  You want me to pull a rabbit out of my ass?!  Take it down a notch! 

 I wanna know about bullying.  I wanna know when that became the thing to do.  I went through high school as a ghost.  I tried to stay under the radar and it worked pretty well for me.  I didn't strive to be an exceptional student, I just wanted to pass and graduate.  I had awesome friends that I had a blast with that didn't treat me like shit and really had no interest in making new ones.  Senior year I came out of my shell a bit and made a few new friends which was cool, but again, I was under the radar.  Didn't really fit into a group, per se, but I didn't want to.  It wasn't THE most important thing to me.  And I also didn't do things because people told me to. Did people think I was a loser?  Probably, but that didn't bother me.  My point here is, I don't know about bullying because I didn't do it and it wasn't done to me.  It makes me sad to know that there are kids out there who have a giant target on their backs and have no idea that it's there.  It is not ever ok to treat someone like they are beneath you.  I don't care what your background is.  I don't care if people treat you like shit at home.  I don't care if you are targeted in your group of friends.  I just don't care.  I've heard people say "I'm just being honest" but there is a difference between being honest and being outright rude.  It is not ever ok for you to treat someone other than how you would want to be treated.  It is something that pushes a major button in my brain.  Who the fuck are you to make someone feel like shit?  If someone is not like you and you find that annoying, shut up.  You don't get to treat that person like they don't deserve to live his or her life how they so choose.  When did you become the most important person in the world? 

The sad part is that this is happening.  It's happening more and more every day.  There are people out there sending out this negative shit and it really ruins everything.  Where does this come from?  Break the cycle.  Pull back a little if someone is pissing you off.  I don't know where people got this sense of entitlement from.  Who starts this behavior?  You have to have respect.  You have to be humble.  You have to find who you are and stop being the person you think you should be.  What gives one person any right to speak to another person with such conviction that the other person literally wants to curl up into a ball and die?  When those mothers were yelling at me, I stood there staring at them and didn't say a word.  I kept my mouth shut, not because I'm a coward, but because I know about respect.  I know what I was taught and that's if you don't have something nice to say then don't fucking say it.  It annoys my life when people don't have a filter and think it's ok.  I'm proud that despite my non-smoking anger issues, I still have the ability to walk away when all I wanna do it scream.  Because you can't take words back.  Once they are out there, that's it.  Game over.  That's like in court when one lawyer asks a really deep question and the witness answers and the judge is all "strike that from the record".  Well the jurors already heard it, and if I were on the jury that wouldn't work for me.  I would be like "How can I forget that? That's a major character flaw that defines why we are here in the first place and you want me to forget it?!"  It's out there.  You can't take it back. 

I'm working on my issues.  Every single day is a new battle, but I respect that there are people out there who are fighting worse battles than me.  My issues are fucking cake compared to what some people are dealing with.  And I try to keep that in mind when I am quick to judge.  I pull back and stay humble because I am one tiny person in a big, big world and I have no right to judge.  And if you're not fighting a battle and you're life is all good right now, try to respect that others around you may be dealing with stuff that you don't understand.  The truth is that I am not better than anyone else.  I am me.  That's all I can control.  Anything beyond that is not my responsibility.  It is not your responsibility to worry about what everyone else is doing.  This shit has got to stop.  Whether you are a teenager or an adult, it's not ok.  And it's really not ok for you to be the one to merit this behavior.  Just stop.  I know what doesn't kill us makes us stronger, supposedly, but there are plenty of shitty people in the world.  You do not need to be one of them.  Tact, humility, respect.  These things are important and will take you a long way.  I am teaching myself that every single day, and I hope to be a better me because of it.  I don't need to be one of the people who screams in someone else's face to prove a point.  I have done that a few times to people who didn't deserve it and I have beaten myself up about it after.  I am not that girl.  I may not want to be a grown up in real life, but I know when it's time to grow up.  If that made any sense at all...

some of us have to grow up sometimes and so, if I have to I'm gonna leave you behind...

Thanks for reading... goodnight.


 

Mirrors...

'cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul  I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go... just put your hand on the glass I'll be tryin' to pull you through. you just gotta be strong...

I'm just going to give you a quick pre-cursor to this post.  I know it's going to go all over the place, please try and bear with me.  Today is a day of a lot of crazy thoughts that I can't shut off making my anxiety sky rocket.  So I thought that writing might help, so here I go...

This song that I started with, Mirrors by Justin Timberlake, has literally been the bane of my existence since he sang it on the fucking Grammy's.  Here's why.  Society has a way of seeing people's reaction to shit, seeing a LOT of people like it, and then they force feed it down your fucking throat whilst blowing so much fucking sunshine up the artist's ass.  Now, I love JT.  He is a triple threat and I adore him.  I have been a fan since his Mickey Mouse Club days, like I paid for the Disney Channel with my allowance.  So yea, JT is the shit, I have no doubt about it.  But when the radio stations play it TWICE in an hour, I can't.  My co-worker plays a little clock radio all day.  She sits behind me and so it is very faded in the background of my workday.  But this song.  This damn song.  It always manages to work it's way into the ole ear drums and since I'm Angry Me now, everything drives me fucking crazy.  Especially hearing Mirrors 52 times before lunch. 

This weekend we road tripped to Boston.  And I made one of my besties explain the song to me.  It sounded so sweet.  And then I looked up the lyrics, and it IS so sweet.  Except it's been driving me bananas for the last few months because I am being force fed.  I like to think I am a rebel.  I will like shit because I like shit, not because everyone else likes shit.  And when a radio station jams music down my throat, I'm all "I hate this song!"  I will like it when I'm good and ready.  Well, this morning... This anxiety ridden morning, I decided I was good and ready.  I watched the video and was bawling like a moron at my desk.  It's precious and yanked at my cold heart strings.  Well played JT, well fucking played.

Anyway, every fun thing I do is usually followed up with anxiety.  I had a really great time this weekend with great people.  I go away and forget all of my problems.  I distract myself with new things and thoroughly enjoy myself to the point of making myself sick with frantic thoughts when I get home.  It sucks.  I have never been a fan of reality and a chance to escape is always a treat.  My relationship is fantastic, he is the love of my life.  But his ex is horrible.  And she is always ready, willing and able to bitch about something.  I'm so used to it that I can predict it now.  And it makes me sick.  And I let those thoughts creep in after the fun is over and it sucks.  So that's what's been picking away at my brain today.  So I finally gave in to watching the Mirrors video, cried my eyes out because it's fucking beautiful and now I'm here. 

I am strong.  I know I am.  I can deal with shit like a champ when people need me to.  I'm not really strong for me, but I'm strong so I can handle it.  It's so easy to say that life is too short and live life to the fullest.  When you are crippled with fear and anxiety, it's kinda hard to let everything go.  I'm like E.T. the Extraterrestrial.  I feel everyone else's feelings.  I try to be compassionate and kind when I can.  But I have to stop doing that.  Not stop caring, but stop taking on feelings that aren't mine.  I have always done that, so it's going to be really difficult for me to just stop, but I'm working on it.

My future is uncertain. And I feel like I'm running out of time to make decisions.  I know I'm still young, but it feels like yesterday that I was really young and had my whole life ahead of me.  I'm not where I should be according to certain standards, and I try to tell myself that it's ok.  On days like today, I sit and wonder if it's really ok or if I'm just saying it.  I think I'm ok with it. I don't want to live my life without special friend, so I guess it has to be ok if he's who I want to spend my life with.  I'm afraid that I won't ever be able to afford another place to live and will just be stuck in this studio apartment above this bitch who tortures me.  I'm afraid that I'm not doing the right things by my family.  I'm afraid that I'm not doing enough.  I'm just afraid.  It's crippling.  I don't usually let this feeling linger too long.  I should be ok by tomorrow.  I'm just not feeling well today and I'm extra mopey.  So call the wambulance I guess.

Oh and just a little side note/ helpful tip-- do NOT bother seeing the Hangover III.  What a fucking buzz kill.  I was amped to see it.  Bought my tickets in advance.  Awful and unnecessary.  Just, no.  Wait until one of your friends buys the DVD and watch it at their house.  Don't even waste the money on it. 

Anyway, I have to get back to work.  Sorry if this post is all over the place, but I did warn you. Hope everyone is having an ok evening, and if not, tomorrow is just around the corner.

Thanks for reading...

'cause I don't wanna lose you now,  I'm lookin' right at the other half of me... the vacancy that sat in my heart is a space that now you hold... show me how to fight for now, and I'll tell you, baby, it was easy comin' back here to you once I figured it out, you were right here all along...  it's like you're my mirror...

Light 'Em Up...

a constellation of tears on your lashes... burn everything you love, then burn the ashes... in the end everything collides... my childhood spat back out the monster that you see...

It's been a while since I wrote.  Like, months and months.  I've been angry since that last post.  Angry at what?  Well... everything really.  Just an FYI, it's exhausting being angry all the time.  I was exhausted.  And so, changes needed to be made.  I couldn't keep being angry at people for no reason.  It was time to look within to see what the fuck was going on.  That's a scary situation.  Realizing that YOU are the problem. 

The blame game is really fun.  Like, so so fun.  Until there is no one to blame.  When you've managed to shove everyone away with your anger, there's no one left.  And not only are you exhausted because you're so busy being mad all the time, but you've managed to exhaust everyone around you that you give a shit about.  And that makes you angrier.  Sick cycle.  Story of my life.  I'm done being angry.  I am taking the proper steps now to find out who the hell I am.  I fucking hate it and love it at the same time.  I have learned to self loathe so much that I actually hated myself.  I was crawling in my skin every hour of every single day and I've just had enough.

I started going to therapy.  It needed to happen.  And it's not head shrinking, forever therapy. It's like talking to a friend.  And that is comfortable for me.  I can't do therapy where we talk about my life since birth and figure out what went wrong.  I can't go there again.  It's not necessary.  It's cognitive therapy.  Here's the problem, let's fix it.  And that's what I need.  In the past, I have always managed to self soothe and thought I was doing a good job.  Except I was doing a horrible job...

Picture a cup in the sink with one drop an hour dripping into it.  Same size drop every time.  Little drops.  But eventually all of those little drops manage to fill the cup.  And then it gets so full it starts to overflow.  That analogy has been brought to you by one of my older and wiser co-workers.  I can not take credit for it.  So, the cup.  Yea, that was me.  I was overflowing.  In real life, I was unraveling.  My first reaction to everything was anger.  It was making me physically sick.  And so, I'm currently working on how to not let that cup get to the point where it overflows. 

I like doing things for others.  It makes me happy.  The problem started to arise when I did things totally above and beyond for everyone.  Someone asks me for X, Y and Z and I end up giving them the whole fucking alphabet when they didn't ask for it.  And when they didn't react the way I expected, it hurt.  Now, they DID NOT ask for it so why would I give them everything when they only wanted something?  Well because I'm a girl that has codependent and abandonment issues and I'm forever searching for the acceptance of others so they don't leave me.  DUH. 

I can not change people.  I am one person.  I can change me.  I don't have to take the whole entire world on my shoulders.  I do not need to force my opinions on others.  If they don't agree, they don't agree.  It's not that serious.  I hear a problem and take it as my own.  That's ridiculous.  And it was eating me alive.  So no more of that.  I'm working on hearing a problem and then that's it.  Giving advice or whatever.  But it's not my problem.  I don't need to make myself sick over things that don't concern me.  Separating those things was HUGE and I'm working on it. 

I'm trying to make a better me.  Trying.  Work in progress and all that jazz.  I never thought in a hundred million years that at 32 years old I would be sitting here trying to piece myself together, but it needs to happen.  Before I marry someone and procreate.  I can't recreate my childhood with my kids.  I just can't.  I can't make them be my crutch for existence.  It's not fair and I guess subconsciously I always knew that and that's why I'm not married with children yet.  Thanks underlying thoughts that I don't even know exist!  See, being a nervous wreck has it's perks!  You're welcome unborn children!

Anyway, that's it for tonight.  This is a loaded post, but I plan on writing more.  The happier me is working her way out and I'm grateful.  Every day I'm grateful.  I'm grateful that I still have wonderful people in my life that continue to love me despite all of this bullshit.  Every day of my life is better because you people are the reason I live.  Not in a weirdo "I live for you" way.  Just in a grateful way.  You're the fuel to my ever dwindling fire and you keep me going and that's awesome considering what an animal I've been.  Just, thank you.

Ok, good night.

light 'em up, up, up... I'm on fire... (well, not anymore)

Beam Me Up...

so when I need you can I send you a sign... I'll burn a candle and turn off the lights... I'll pick a star and watch you shine... just beam me up, give me a minute, I don't know what 'd say in it... I'd probably just stare, happy just to be there holdin' your face...

The last 3ish months have been hell in my world.  Like in my head, just bananas.  I quit smoking.  3 months ago tomorrow.  I am like the bitchiest Tasmanian devil ever.  Like a lion in a cage.  At least that's what everyone is telling me.  Welp, I can either try to kick this fucking habit and get healthy or I can fucking smoke and make everyone else happy being regular old me.  I don't know, I just want a cigarette.  I don't feel better.  I'm just a crab cake that could maybe walk up the stairs without wanting to die.  I haven't even tested that out yet so I don't even know if that's true.  Anyway, I want a cigarette.  I can not stress that enough.

2013 has been a total let down so far.  We are almost 10 days in and it has been horrible.  The end of 2012 was awful and I put too much pressure on 2013.  That was my bad.  But seriously, I need good news.  Like I NEED it.  Like a crack fiend.  I am so damn depressed.  I'm crabby and depressed.  And I don't want to be around anyone because I'm afraid it will infect others and that's just something I can't handle right now.  I just keep hearing bad news and it's about people I give a really big shit about.  And I just can't cope.  Like, non smoker me has ZERO coping skills.  I just crawl into a ball and cry.  Or I get angry and my eyebrows are all the way down and my face looks like this  >:|  Sorry to use emojis right now, it was just easier than trying to paste a picture in here of what I look like all the time.

I have never hated the words Rest In Peace so much in my life.  I am tired of saying them.  I hate that special friend's mom passed away.  She was the sweetest little lady and was taken from us way too soon. I feel bad for special friend.  I know he's hurting.  That's his MOM, ya know?  Like I would just crumble into tiny pieces without my mom.  I wish I knew how to make him feel better, but that's his momma, and I don't know that you can get over something like that in a lifetime.  Heaven got another angel on Monday.  She's actually the perfect angel and I am really gonna miss her.  Beautiful Maria, no one deserves a spot in heaven more than her, I just wish it wasn't so damn soon.  When special friend's mom passed away I read a quote that was something like "a mother's death is the first time in your life that you cry without her".  Something like that.  And reading it broke my cold heart.  Because seriously, that's awful to think about.  And so when I think about her and I think about Maria, I can't help but think of that quote (even though I totally didn't quote it right) and think about the children who lost their mommas and how those tears are the first that she can't brush away for them.

On another shitty note, since I'm on such an awesome roll here... I had to put my best friend Boots to sleep.  Dude, I don't know if I'm ever going to be ok with that.  Just saying.  I hate being home.  I hate that he's not here.  Like, haaaate it.  And every time I think about it I cry hysterically.  I am totally typing through tears right now.  Over a cat?  YES over a cat.  He was my bestest bud and I don't know how to do this life thing without him.  We have faced the toughest parts of life together for the last 16 years and life is really fucking quiet and awful without him.  So there's that. 

The truth is that it blows being the ones left behind.  My mom always says that the ones that we love who are taken from us are in true paradise.  We are the ones suffering and living in hell.  In a way, I believe that.  We have all these fancy things to distract us, but we suffer.  Day in and day out.  Trying to do the best we can and not even knowing if we're doing that right.  My step-father passed away almost 12 years ago and not one day goes by where I don't think about him.  I'm happy he's at peace, but I'm sad that I haven't been ok since he died.  Maybe I should go talk to a therapist, but maybe now that I would have to pay for it myself I would rather self soothe thank you very much. 

Nothing about life is easy.  No one ever said it would be, I just didn't think it would be this hard.  I know it's not bad, we are just stuck in a world where self medicating is the way to go because there's no one to fucking talk to.  Everyone is busy with their own shit.  No one wants to hear about your shit.  Not even the therapists who get PAID to hear your shit.  They don't want to hear it either. And once you get to a good spot, you're like "Ok, I think I'm ok" WHAM a fucking curve ball.  It's constant.  The other shoe is always ready to drop and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.  I'm not trying to be an asshole, we all know it's true. 

It's easy to say don't take it all for granted.  That's so easy to say, but we all do.  And that doesn't make us bad people, we don't have time to slow down.  Everything is happening too fast.  Everything is instantaneous and no one has patience anymore.  This is 2013.  The year Marty McFly went to in Back to the Future.  WHAAT?!  Yea.  We're there.  And so there's a lot of pressure on 2013 to be awesome and I hope that in the next 355 days it really bulks up and does something spectacular.  We could all use a little sparkle and shine and a little dose of happy after all the sadness 2012 brought.  Just someone please tell me some good fucking news so I can uncurl from the fetal position... I'm cramping...

Good night moon...
Thanks for reading...

beam me up.. let me be lighter, I'm tired of bein' a fighter... I think a minute's enough... just beam me up...

You're Gonna Be My Friend... Part 2

I take a bad situation, gonna make it right, in the shadows of darkness I stand in the light...

Almost 3 years ago I wrote this post:

http://lifeoflouloubelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-gonna-be-my-friend.html

And almost 3 years later, my feelings haven't changed one bit.  She's my Soul Sister.  We share the same tattoo.  She's my guidance and my crazy all wrapped into one person.  She takes on too much and wouldn't have it any other way and I'm grateful everyday knowing that she is where she is and that is always fucking there.  No matter what.  And every day that I have known you, Angelina, my life has been awesome.  Even when my life fucking sucked, it helped knowing that you were out there being my friend.

Thank you for being the Sister of my Soul.

the worst of times they don't phase me even if I look and act really crazy...

Walking the Dog...

after all the shows... after the boys of summer had gone... amid all the confusion and friends I've been losing I always thought from the start I'd be the one moving on... I guess I'll never know where all the boys of summer will go, but I'll miss what me made and the days were not wasted... there are some things I may never know...

These last few weeks have been quite crazy over here in my world.  Tried to quit smoking-- FAILED.  Tried to get off the Zoloft-- FAILED.  I'm OK with it though because quitting those things at the same time may very well cause some serious crime that would land me in jail... Although the thought of solitary confinement wouldn't bother me so much.  But I'm not much of a jail person.  I managed to stay out of it during my teenage/very early twenties years so I'm sure as fuck not going to go there now when I'm used to regular civilian life... Boring as it is.  Anyway, I fucked my mind up (more than usual) while trying to kick the smoking and weaning off the meds.  It sucks because you think you're fine and then you're going bat shit crazy and everyone comments on it and that just fuels the fire.  Anyway, it's been a rough few weeks... 

In the midst of my crazy, I googled an old ex boyfriend.  I had this gut feeling that he married this bitch from high school.  He totally did.  Long story, but he used to just bounce between 3 of us.  Me, K and A.  Me and K were pretty fucking cool, but A was a bitch.  Biggest bitch I ever met in my life and he fucking married her.  Good for you.  Hope you enjoy a life where you get to look at your balls in a jar on the windowsill everyday.  His best friend was a good friend of mine 100 years ago and so I googled him too.  Why not, right?  Might as well take that shitty trip down memory lane all at once, just to get it over with, ya know, since I was feeling saucy.  Turns out this dickhead got married and has 2 daughters.  Well if that isn't karma then I don't know what is.  One of the kings (ex was the other king) of treating girls like shit gets 2 daughters... Not one but TWO?  I had to laugh.  Again, good for you.  That should be fun in about 13-15 years...

It's funny when you think about the mistakes you made in your life.  For me, I go to a dark place. It's tough when you feel like you've made SO many mistakes.  You've hurt people, you've been hurt, the usual shit.  When you look at these things in spans of time it's kind of crazy how much time has actually passed.  I'm 31 years old.  I graduated from high school 13 years ago.  That's bananas. Maybe because I don't see myself as a grown up that thinking about that feels so weird?  Could be.  But the best part of going down memory lane and bringing up all those old feelings is that I know I've changed.  Maybe I haven't plunged into adulthood the way I should have.  No babies or marriage yet... But I've changed.  My life experiences have brought me here.  I'm stronger.  I don't cry all the time anymore.  I pay a mortgage every month.  I've changed.  Maybe for the better.  Who knows? 

Maybe the change isn't obvious but we've all changed.  It's the only thing that's constant in life so it is happening.  Sometimes it just takes a little while to see it.  And sometimes I'm OK with that.  Sometimes I'm not.  But whatever.  Truth is that there are people out there who refuse to change.  They need help and they don't get it.  They don't want to help themselves because they're content with being miserable and letting that misery rub off on everyone else.  Their lives suck so yours should too.  Right, because that makes total sense.  

In the last few months I have seen some awesome changes within my circle of friends.  One of my best friends is changing her life in such a way that I am literally swollen with pride.  She's moving across the country to change her path and I couldn't be happier for her.  I'm nervous and happy all at the same time.  That's a change I am so excited to see unfold.  I saw one of my dirty girls grow a set of cajones so big that I can't even begin to describe her strength.  I am so damn proud of the way she speaks up for herself.  My other dirty girls are kicking ass in the world and I'm fucking honored to call these strong women my friends.  Growing and changing with these ladies has been such a privilege for me and I'm afraid that I don't express it enough because I'm usually at work and busy and can't find the words.  But I'm proud all around. These changes are good and it makes me happy to see good people do good things with their lives.

Seeing my friends and family change for the better is such an awesome experience.  Of course there is a flip side.  I see friends who are going back to the same bullshit day in and day out.  Giving into misery and being satisfied with that and it's upsetting.  I'm disappointed and sad.  Disappointed that because some girl came into the picture I am currently on the back burner with the rest of his friends.  I want so badly to wish people well, but sometimes I just can't do it.  I don't wish my ex well.  He treated me like shit and got the marriage he deserved.  I don't wish my friend well because he is in a wretched relationship with a girl who wants to change him and that's not OK with me.  I don't wish one of my best friends well because she is with a guy who is horrible to her and I think the world of her.  It saddens me that these people I love don't see what I see and stay in these horrible lives because they think it's what they deserve. Or they put too much time in and they don't know how to walk away.  It's awful.

What I am sure of is that we are works in progress and no one is perfect.  But we get the opportunity every single day to wake up and start fresh.  I'm afraid that I don't capitalize on that enough but I will get there.  The nicotine patches are sitting next to my bed waiting for me to use them when I'm ready.  The fear of changing my life will subside every day and I will get the chance to change it for the better.  I will grow with the people around me who are ever changing and life will be OK.  There will be bumps in the road, maybe more than I have already hit, but I gotta stay focused.  I have to do better.  I have to be better.  We will all get there, I know it...  wherever the fuck there is...

Have a lovely October evening...

Thanks for reading...

if you could see me, whoever I am... it's not like the movies, but it's not all skin and bones...

RIP MISS MOO <3

Hello Cold World...

girls and boys keep lining up to see if they can measure up, they look good, and they feel wild, but it will never be enough... you say you're really hurting, at least you're feeling something... we can hope and we can pray that everything will work out fine, but you can't just stay down on your knees, the revolution is outside... you wanna make a difference, get out and go begin it...

I wish there was a way to shut my mind off.  I wish it would just relax sometimes.  I have never ever known how to shut my brain off.  I feel like this is a problem that I won't be able to fix.  Does it really need to be fixed?  Who knows?  I feel like chaos helps me thrive.  But I am so tired of being tired.

When I think about life it makes me laugh.  We try to use all of these weird tactics to get our shit together.  The power of positivity.  Psyching ourselves out for things hoping that the universe will kick it into high gear for you.  I was on that train.  I got off of it.  Because I did the whole thing where I wrote a check for myself and put it on the door.  I looked at it every day and was like YES I'm gonna make that money.  I had it on the door for like a year.  And I was like FUCK THIS.  You still have to do the work.  I get that.  I do the work, just sometimes shit is not meant to be.  And that's ok.  I guess...

I just try to do what I can day to day.  If you know me then you know I say one thing and mean another.  I try to be a bitch and not care but it's not possible.  I try to be tough on the outside when all I want is acceptance.  It's awful.  It's this crazy cycle and it just doesn't ever stop.  I try not to be hypocritical.  I try to do what's best for others.  Put the needs of others before myself.  That works for me most of the time.  Because I am happy when I am helping others.  And I guess that's all any of us are really searching for.  Happiness.  And I would say that 97% of the time I am happy.  It's that 3 damn percent that kicks my ass. 

I know everyone has something going on.  My problems aren't better than yours.  I hate hearing about horrible things happening everywhere.  It's crazy the things that go on all around us.  Bad things happening to good people.  It's tragic.  But I try to be a good friend.  I try to be a good person in general.  And I really like to believe in people.  I like to believe that there is good in the world.  I give people the benefit of the doubt even when they don't deserve it.  Because I believe that everyone has a story.  Every single one of us is fighting a battle.  Whether it's internal or it's out there for the world to see.  It's a battle.  And I really try to be sensitive to that.

We live in a world where change is constant.  New devices are coming out daily.  The need for information is constant and the need to know OMG RIGHT THIS SECOND is so strong that we get angry when our smart phones are acting dumb.  It's no wonder anxiety is high and ADHD is a serious problem.  I can't pay attention to anything anymore.  Multitasking is the only way to survive and that shit is exhausting.  If you leave your phone at home you go back to get it.  GUILTY.  I could leave my wallet, hell I could leave my whole purse and not care, but my phone?  Oh hell no.  I'm going back to get that shit.  That is absolutely bananas.  God forbid I have to commute without 56 games to play!  God forbid I can't look at FaceBook or miss a text message!  It's insane.  But it is what it is.  This is life in 2012.  And it's only going to get worse.

I don't know.  A lot has been going on lately and I always just pray for clarity.  To always be able to do the right thing for myself and others.  That's all I can do.  To keep on pushing through when all I want to do is cry.  This is life.  It's a cold world but it could be worse.  All I can do is continue to be me.  Tweak it as I go and hope for the best.  Continue working my ass off towards what ever goal I chose to set for myself that day.  And that's it I guess. 

If you need me, I'm here...

Thanks for reading...

it's such a cold, cold world and I can't get out, so I'll just make the best of everything I'll never have... it's such a cold, cold world and It's got me down, but I'll get right back up, as long as its spins around... hello cold world...