“It’s scary how people leave scars on you; how certain people will never really vanish from the thoughts in your mind. I mean, I don’t think I will ever get over you. It’s not that I’m sad about us; but, sometimes in the middle of the day, out of nowhere, I hear your sentence quoted. I hear one of your phrases, loud in my mind, and I feel the way it goes all the way down to my heart again, destroying me like a tsunami. It overcomes you slowly. It’s like I get thrown back into the sea, and waves of my thoughts are crashing over me. I don’t know how I am supposed to get over a person, and you don’t have to. You can still cry after months about it. Even when you’re married and endlessly happy with that person, you should be able to cry about your first love. Not because you’re still in love with them, even if a little part still is, but because you will always love what you once loved. You learn to understand it. With every new moment and experience in your life, you start to understand, piece by piece, what was happening back then.”

—	Elay Neal Moses

Thank you

I sincerely hope you've been doing well these past months. 

Fireworks

So this is the end of you and me
We had a good run and I'm setting you free
To do as you want, to do as you please
Without me

Remember when you were my boat and I was your sea?
Together we'd float so delicately
But that was back when we could talk about anything

'Cause I don't know who I am
When you're running circles in my head
And I don't know just who you are
When you're sleeping in someone else's bed

Three whole words and eight letters late
That would have worked on me yesterday
We're not the same, I wish that could change
But it can't


-You Me at Six

I envy birds.
That they're able to fly away when released from their cages, they can fly wherever they want.
My cage is my mind, and I'm trapped.

Crazy Girl

I went to the doctor today for persistent headaches, fatigue, & just generally lacking energy for anything at all. I've been falling asleep early every day, and then sleeping around 10 hours a night and am still exhausted. Maybe I've just giving up trying with anything. My brother thinks I might be anemic. We went to find out.


The doc was just doing her job, this I know. But she started asking me questions about my life, and when I became less than responsive, she tried to dig deeper, saying that something more was going on and she could tell. At that point I just shut down. And I realized I don't want to talk to people about what's going on, at least not somebody like her. It scared me even imagining how she'd react if I spilled it all right there in that tiny room...I don't like other people telling me there's something wrong. I already know this. And her suggestion of anti-anxiety medication or something similar eluded to the fact that she wanted me to have some sort of psych consult...that's not going to happen.


I want to run away. I want to get away from everything. I don't want people to know anything about me, I don't want them to see my scars or know about my past or present. I'm tired of feeling like I'm just being judged for how I feel, for how my mind works. I'm sick of it all.


The lyrics to Crazy Girl are irrelevant, but the video seems to hit home. I feel like I'm locked up against my will, that no matter how hard I try I can't break free. But unlike the girl in the video, I don't want to ask for help. I won't. Part of me is comforted by my 4 walls, at least they stay constant in my ever-changing world. And maybe I like my misery, my persistent displeasure in my life and the world around me, unable to achieve happiness for longer than a fleeting moment. Maybe this is how I'm supposed to be. Maybe I am just crazy.

This summer is already starting to feel a lot like last summer....& if that's the case, I don't think I'll be able to handle it.

Little Bit of Truth

Tomorrow, my parents are flying up to help my roommate and me move into our new place. The lease doesn't start until the 21st, so we'll have another day to get organized and packed up. While I'm excited to be going back home, to spend the summer with my parents and the few friends that'll be in town, I don't feel ready.


I've been bitching about this place for months now, desperate to leave, desperate for some sunshine and a change of scenery. I've wanted nothing more than to run away from all of my demons up here, to forget everything that has happened this year. And there's been a lot...more has happened in this past year than ever before it seems, and at the moment it's all weighing me down. I don't feel at peace, not internally, and not right now. Maybe this will come when I am finally home, but I know full well as much as I try to run, the past always catches up to me.


I always doubt my actions, doubt my choices in life. While I know everything happens for a reason, I can't help but wonder what could've been, what would've been if one little thing had been different. If I had never started self-harming; if I had kept it all a secret instead of telling my friends; if I had chosen to live in a different place for my junior year; if I had acted on my feelings instead of cowering in fear. 


I have been living in fear for as long as I can remember. There have only been a couple of times where I have truly jumped in, head first with my eyes closed, unaware of what I was getting into but actually okay with it. I will never regret these decisions, the ones I made when I knew I had something to lose. These are the ones that taught me the most, that gave me the most perspective on life, and have given me the best memories I could ever hope to keep.


In two more days, I'll leave Oregon for almost 3 months. I'll be away from this town, from this state, yet everything that's happened will stay with me. I'll live with these doubts and fears until I come back up here and no doubt do it all again. Vicious circles. 






I got a 4.0 this term.