The Complexity Of Insane SimplicityWednesday, July 5, 20068:26AMFor all of you that still follow this journal... dont, i dont write in it anymore, and ihavent.... i only write in my other one, so if you want to follow me, read that one... Friday, June 23, 200611:22AM - Cocaine? No, Just me....This trip has been hard, very hard. not knowing what is going on with me, not knowing who i am , where i am, any of that. it is hard. Anthony is worried. Very worried. He says im acting like im on cocaine, but i guess the meds will do that, but i dont see it. I dont know. its just hard. insomnia, and confusion, but at least the cutting has stopped... for now. when he gets here he will help me, help me fight a drug addiction, to something they did. Figures. i fight all my addictions,a nd the things that are supposed to make me better, make me worse. I feel like im becoming anorexic, but i just dont eat, i guess you cant be anorexic if you dont consciously choose not to eat? i dont know. things are bad. it all weird. weird, and bad, and confusing. No wonder he thinks in on coke. Thursday, May 25, 2006Tuesday, May 16, 20068:12PM - The MemoryThe memory Sunday, May 7, 200611:08AMHavent been able to write much been hella busy and shit. Its cool though, things are going really well. Work is good, looks like ill perm soon, and i get to spend the weekend with my sisters next week, so thatll be cool. Saturday, April 29, 2006Friday, April 28, 20067:16AM - Now its my turn to write a fuck you postsomeone that i used to have such respect for. You make me laugh that you think you can use MY knife for YOUR pity episode. You think that by saying all these horrible things that you could never feel that someone will come to your rescue, too bad its not a rescue. there is one thing in this world that i hate, and its people that make stereotypes true. i have to fight everyday to prove to people that cutters dont all do it for attention. and then there is people like you that decide to prove people right again. So let me ask you, if you wanted to die so badm why did you stop at 12 EXPIRED tylenol? why did you only drink the vodka? and why didnt you take the kitchen knives that you know are a hell of a lot sharper, and rip open your veins? becuase you didnt mean it, you just wnated to fucking attention you fucking attention whore! Sit there and say Aja does everything for attention, well you arent much better. you are so lucky that i wasnt home, becuase i would ahve locked your ass up so fucking fast. you want to play big girl games, you will pay the consequences. do you realize that there are people that are ill, that need the help, while you cry wolf? Do you know how bad you would sit in your room and cry out of fear, and pain, becuase 4 north is not a fun place to be. you are not a kid, you dont go to kiddy hospital, you go up there with the fucked up people that actually have problems they cant handle. but then again you dont have to really worry, cuz had i been home you wouldnthave pulled the shit. Current mood: Current music: *-Fuck You-* Die trying Friday, April 14, 20067:33AMSo ihavent been writing in here because i ihave been using my other journal more. too many, how shall i put this, fucked up people are reading my journal, and i dont want to deal with their bullshit. So i just do what i know best, hide. Tuesday, April 4, 20069:45PMthese tears burn Thursday, March 9, 20063:54PMAll i want is a life where i have a steady job, can pay my bills, and be with someone that loves me. So far i have a shaky job, i am in debt, and anthony and i fight more than we talk. 2 nights in a row now we have gone to bed mad at eachother, or at least aggravated. All i want is for him to love me. But lately, i cant say one word to him without him taking it wrong or thinking im yelling or accusing him of something. IM just fucking sick of this. I want a relationship, not a battle. I just wish things could be back to how they were, but they cant. He will never be the same. He will never be my baby that i grew to love, he will never be happy again. He will just be this person, that, dont get me wrong, i do still love, but now it has to be from a distance. He is too unpredicatable, and i have to keep myself on my toes, to make sure i dont get hurt again, Monday, March 6, 200612:55PM - the last, the first, the foreverI am sick. I am dying, and no one and nothing can save me. This plague will consume me, and then it will be over. The ideas and sights, the thought that they are chasing me, and tht i can see them everywhere, i know its true. they have been sent to kill me. Although no one else can see them, they are there. I am not crazy, just sick. Sick and dying, slowly, as i go insane. As some ask what is wrong, or what i see, i can not say. the words, the idea of expression just leaves me. I can only lay down, and let the world contibue to spin. I do feel better when i dont have to balance, but as he leans over me to check on me, and asks if im better, i can only say yes, becuase i can not see him, or anything around me. Its all sound. The screams dont bother me anymore, but knowing that i am hurting people without even hearing what i am saying, it kills me. I once thought i could get better, but that is before i became sick to the point, that i cant even say there is something wrong. this is what i know, i have grouwn to know it and be it, and that is my life. My life of spinning circles, and invisible love.... Wednesday, March 1, 200611:35AMWhat happened to the days that iw ould write in here 3 or 4 times a day? What happened to the times when i used to actually be able to spill my soul out to everyone, to let everyone know the pain and tourment i suffered? What happened to me? Thursday, February 23, 200612:53PMI really dont kn ow all of what is going on anymore. I just dont know how i make it through each of these days feeling like i do. Im isck of being this. Im sick of seeing this. Im sick of this. sick of it all Saturday, February 18, 20061:26PMwell i guess anthony has given up on us and himself, but i knew that was going to happen. I knew that all this bullshit we both said about us getting better, and keeping a positive attitude was exactly that. Bullshit. Thursday, February 16, 2006Saturday, February 11, 20069:41PMi wont write in here my pain or sorrow, my feelings, nothing. No more will i do that. I am on my own to get this done, get it straight, or die trying. Thursday, February 9, 20069:59PMI am in the dark, and falling hard. Anthony is not answering the phone... and im lost. the voices the feelings, the rage... its all building up. and now i dont k now if i can do this anymore. Its been so long..... Sunday, February 5, 20068:17PMThe one time that i am trying to be nice. the one day that i thought maybe we could come home and just be ourselves, and all this bullshit ahs to happen. im so ficking sick of this. im sick of the fighting, and not being able to ahve a real relationship... i dont know what the fuck to do anymore. i just dont know. Obviuosly im not helping him get better, and in turn, im not getting better, but i guess i already knew that was going to happen. i am doing my best to be supportive, but there is only so much i can do... i dont know. i know what i can do to feel better... i have two options.. question is, is either one really goingt op make any of this better? No, not really, and i know that. But i guess i will just have to sit here and watch hims uffer, and know that there is nothing i can do,a nd i am only making him worse, and that our relationshiip falling apart is my fault. If i could only stop doing whatever it is that pisses him off, if only i could be a good girlfriend.... alright that decides it, i gotta do something.... Wednesday, January 25, 20069:19PMwell now i guess its my turn to write while hes in the other room. i dont know, i guess i just dont get it. All it seems like now, is that everytime i say that i dont want to do something, he gets all upset. Or he cant be near me, or touch me without turning it into something sexual now. I just dont understnad. Oh well, i guess if i want us to be happy, im just ognna have to start being in the mood. I dont knoe. I just dont fucking know anymore. I'm going to sleep now, and maybe he wont get mad again... maybe i can just kepp him happy. heres to hoping. Navigate: (Previous 20 entries) |
