Constant

I always have so much in my mind to let out.
So many feelings of hardship and loss.
So many happy and fruitful things that I've encountered.
But somehow I never get all that I need to say out.
If I get anything across, it's all negative.
But I find myself in need of writing when shit has happened.
When I feel less than a person.
Always when I'm at a level where the dirt and scum are above me.
Know that I can look at everything positively.
I do have a friend or two that I care more about than anything.
Brothers who would die for me.
I can't thank those people enough for keeping me around.
I do what I can for the love of them.
And although it may not be enough, it seems to give them the effort to love me back.
My best friend, for instance, I know would do anything for me.
She's always been there when I needed her without a second glance.
I will do anything to maintain the love I have for the few people who care.
I will do everything.

I will.

Nothing

No hope.
Not now.
Not ever.
This is me bitching.
And I don't give a fuck who cares.
I have no clue what to do next.
If I'm strong enough, I will get healthier.
I will hopefully join the military.
Make someone proud for once.
Because at this rate, I'm shit.
I have nothing to show for.
No one who completely cares.
Even though I put my whole heart into something, I get hurt.
I disappoint.
I let down just because I was being the person I've always been or tried to be.
Only way for me to get anything, is for me to go away.
Stop ruining other people's lives and annoying the fuck out of everyone.
I'll leave everyone alone when the time comes.
And I'll finally make someone halfway okay with knowing me.
Because we all know, I'm nothing to brag about.

On the real

Why pride yourself on something you can't even live for?
I used to do it all of the time and I'm learning to fix that.

I'm trying to be completely me, but things keep getting jaded or skewed.
This isn't a complaint, this is real life and I'm honestly lost.
I can't find where I stand.
Actually, I'm not standing at all.
I'm taking everything on my ass.
Because every time I get up and try to take everything like a brave person, I get kicked in the chest.
The more blows I receive, the harder it is to get up again.
One day, I'm not going to get up, so the world can feel free to trample on my strewn out body and mind.
It's happened more often than not.
So, feel free to dig your feet in hard.

True Life

I can't fix the broken alone.
Nor can I shut up with people asking me questions.


I've honestly tried hard to better myself over the years.
And I personally think I'm progressing slowly, but surely.
Seeing as I'm the only person constantly with myself, I'm the only one who notices.
A promise not broken is that I will someday soon be easier to tolerate.
Also, everything you've put into knowing me is something I hold dear to every piece of myself.
I love the few people I have that are close to me and I want them to know that they all make a huge difference.
Without them, I would be a mess.
Even if only one of them decides to give up, then the equilibrium that I hold so strongly onto will collapse.

Know your worth.
I don't take you for granted whatsoever.
Please, don't do so for me.

Vast

I hate feeling wrong within myself.
I hate crying because I can't be who I feel is right and please the people I care for.
I don't want to sit and take slaps in the face from others without putting my thought in.
And when I do say what I feel on the matter, I get chastised.
I wish I could be understood by someone.
I know that everyone is uniquely their own person, but I need someone who gets me.
I'm aware almost every sentence begins with "I" but this is about me right now.
I need to get my feelings out because crying isn't enough.
Especially without comfort or care.
I personally felt shitty on the whole matter.
I felt back burnered and forgotten.
Cast out with the old and shabby.
When I feel that way, I say or do things to make myself known.
Everyone ever has been a fan of attention.
I just hate being the last to know.
Or just not knowing at all.
Why can't more people see where I'm coming from.
Just put yourself in my shoes.
Listen to everything you're brushing off.
It's not easy.
It hurts.
More than you think.

Please

Don't take me completely serious.
I may feel one way at a certain time, but not always.
I understand that things aren't as bad for me as they could be.
I know there are many other people in the world going through far worse than me.
But sometimes I go through things and express my feelings in a ridiculous way.

I love my close friends.
I love my close family.
I'm pretty alright with my life.

I'm through

No one cares about me. I'm a fuck up. A waste. Nothing to live for and nothing to die for. Made to sit alone, breathe alone and to be a desolate empty shell forever.





I may stop writing.

No one cares.

I ruin everything I come into.



And no one wants to read about my downfalls anyhow.

Umm

So, I need to learn to think before I say or do.
More and more I realize that I'm fucking retarded.
I never mean anything bad by most everything.
And I hate to use nuture as an excuse.
But, I was made into this thoughtless person.
Those around me have been selfish and careless.
I'm surprised I'm as decent as I am.
I'm appalled I even have compassion anymore.
At this, I'm sorry world for my indescrestions.
Most of the time, I don't mean it.
I'm a pretty alright person.
At least, I'll keep telling myself that.
It's managed to keep me from going crazy.

Not necessarily other people though, it seems.

Grateful

I love the Krajeckes.
They may be my favorite family ever.
They're loving and gracious.
Like everyone else, they have their problems.
But they look past them.
They actually act like a family should.
They listen to music together.
Watch movies and laugh.
Make me wish I grew up with something similar.
No matter what, they look out for each other.
They help each other out.
They learn new things from each other.
Everyday.
Everyday they love more and more.

So

I'm trying to be proactive about everything.
But I have no idea where to start.

Any help?

And so forth

I'm still stranded at a crossroad of monstrous proportion.
I feel like I'm going to be lost forever.
Or until I'm forced to make a terrible decision.
I know there are a few options.
One I want.
One that would be nice.
One that's the easiest.
And one that is depressing.
The one I want won't work.
I can't pay rent alone nor live alone in a new place.
The nice one isn't that nice.
I don't want to live there.
But I love my brothers.
The easiest is somewhat sad.
I don't want to leave people I love.
But I could see some family I rarely ever see.
Although I know I would be somewhat letdown.
And I don't want to be depressed with the last one.
Why go back to something so mediocre/unfulfilling.

I'm fucked.
I just wish I could give up.

And evaporate.

Elise and I love Silver Foxes

For these reasons:

Anderson Cooper
Gerard Butler
Mike Rowe
Bear Grylls
Al Pacino
Robert De Niro
Bruce Willis
Brad Pitt
Denzel Washington
Edward Norton
Paul Bettany
Russell Crowe
George Clooney

Uhh, we're having an issue thinking up people we talk so much about.
More later.
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I would love to thank Elise for giving me a great birthday.
I'm lucky to have someone like her.
It's weird because she's like sky level amazing and I'm soil.
Thank you, Elise!
You're the bestiest.

Soo

I don't get people.
Why are you interested in me, but you don't even know me?
I tried to communicate, but you brushed me off.
So, quit lurking.
Mind your own goddamn business.
I'm not appealing whatsoever.
So quit.
Shit's creepy as hell.

The difference

I've come to realize that I love only about four people other than those in my family.
There's Elise and Leslie.
Then the other two that I will leave to your imagination.
I know I run around like an idiot telling many people I love then.
But in reality, it's either I love the old you, the potential of you or the you at that very moment in time I'm proclaiming such love.
I'm not a liar.
I'm just missing, hoping or having too much fun.
Sue me.
I'm well aware that about six seconds later I'm questioning why I even said I loved you.
You've done nothing for me, nor will you ever.
I'm foolish and too accepting sometimes.
Which is why I am where I am right now.
In trouble, confused and lacking in the friend department.
I really couldn't care less if I have nine million friends.
I really actually enjoy having two or three real caring friends.
Rather than waste time with fruitless hapless bursts of a excitement.
Also known as, most of the people I hang with from time to time.
Yea, it's nice to have a good amount of people when you're trying to have a party.
But other than that, I see not much of a point.

Sweet Innocence

I didn't write this, but the person or people that did are geniuses.

I walk through the darkest rooms
Full of gloom and minds like mazes
And rejoice 'cause I'll be the voice
Of your failure fucking generation
Still don't belong to anyone
This is a life of hesitation
And we'd all trade one night to remember
For the years we've carelessly wasted
Big dreams and half full drinks
A few pills in your guts
So now it's easy to think or breathe
And true love was just a marketed ploy
So guys can hit their lines
And girls can grab their boys
Sweet innocence with loser's luck
I know you think you're giving love
But you're just getting fucked
Guess what?
I looked and you know what I found?
That you can't expect to trust this world
When you can't even trust yourself
And your head starts to spin
As you dance to the beat
Because tomorrow isn't promised
But it's sure as fuck is coming
And your body starts to shake
As you sing in the streets
Because it's cold outside
So you better start running
Don't count on me to save your life
When I've never had
A clear enough perspective on mine
And I know things change
we'll go our separate ways
And alive is the only thing
It seems we've stayed lately
And the truth isn't always easy to believe
You walk alone to the sound of your own heartbeat
And I know it's not always so easy to see
But we are still all so fucking beautiful to me

More complaints

No matter what I will never feel adequate.
I will always be too ugly, too fat, too short.
Regardless of what anyone says, I won't ever agree.
I don't care if it's lies or not.
I know that I'm not up to par.
Everything I know is from life experiences.
If I were worth it, why isn't anyone spending their precious time?
Why am I ignored, overlooked and uninteresting.
Why is everyone else I know having more fun?
Having higher hopes, for even just a week?
I want that feeling of elation.
I want to be called pretty by someone other than the people who love me.
I trust half of what they say, but I'm not on the same boat.
Nor am I even a close second to them, whatsoever.
I'm in the nosebleed section of the bleachers.
Watching.
Empty.

And alone.

Yeah...

I am well aware that I constantly complain.
Who doesn't nowadays?
I was raised into this person.
Always surrounded by unhappiness and whining.
What do you expect?
What am I expected to turn into?
I am a product of what I've always known.
Just like almost everyone else.
I'm not angry that I'm lumped in with the over-complainers.
But I want everyone to admit they bitch and moan as much or more than I fucking do.
You're not holier than me.
Nor do you deserve to be condescending.
Fuck you.
Fuck me.
Fuck everyone and everything.

I honestly can't give a fuck less.
And if it seems like I give too much of a fuck, especially right now, then fuck it.
All that matters is that if you don't like it, piss off.

At a loss

Sometimes I feel I was dealt a hand full of failure and losses.
But rarely, I get something good out of it.
A great friend.
Maybe some money for 5 minutes.
Other than that I don't know what the point is.

I would just really like some finality with where I'm going.
Some promise that says I'll be okay someday.
I just want things to work out.
I need some closure.
Some reason I'm even here.

All would be different if I had one of the happiness components.
Beauty, money, security or knowledge.
One would be just fine.
I wouldn't second guess my entire life as much.
And people sure would like me better.

Bah!

Don't ask.
I don't know.
Questions unanswered.
Promises broken.
Completely imprisoned.
Inside out.
Visibly depressed.
No future.
No absolution.
Nothing.
No one.

Lost.

I'm copying Elise

These are a few of my favorite things:

Reading, laughing at myself, quality Anime, black girl/white guy couples, being ridiculous, learning something new, discovering new things about others, Elise and Leslie, stupid humor, intelligent humor, girls with red hair, the name: Nancy, classic names in general, hardcore/punk, buzzed heads, freshly showered men, free stuff, the help and support of those who care about me, Disney movies I grew up watching, cartoons I grew up watching, the thesaurus, foreign languages, realism, surrealism, middle school level math, RPGs, western civilization, caring just enough, doing hair for free, giving people gifts, 90's music, British literature, educational television, shows, fashion[to an extent], cable and local news, my brothers, new clothes and shoes, doggies, sizeable group photos, the Gilded Age, Elizabethan Era, tattoos worth having, morning, the Sound Of Music, Kingdom Hearts, Orson Scott Card, being over-analytical, e.e. cummings, picnics, any body of water, cold sand, water skiing, my family circa 1994, the smell of rain, 18th century art, thunderstorms, Plato, Voltaire, Socrates, a new crush, Christmas in Ohio, accidentally beautiful photography, action movies, layering clothes, classic beauty, documentaries, fruit juices, grilling...

More to come.

So

In the next few months I have to get my shit figured out and move to either Chicago, back to Cedar Rapids or to Ohio. Although it'd be nice to be with my family all the time, I don't want to move to Ohio because I'd miss Elise too much and Leslie and I would definitely regret it within the first month. I do love my family, but I'm closer with my best friend than them, which seems messed up, but I don't spend enough time with them. It would lead you to wonder why I don't move there for that reason, spending time with them, but it's more than that and I don't want to be unhappy where I am. I definitely don't want to move back to Cedar Rapids because I don't want to live alone there, have a hard time finding rides to work and go backwards. I've only just left and I know I could take the bus to work, but getting home would be hard because the bus only runs until about 6:30pm. I'll most likely move to Chicago because my heart is there and Elise is moving there, too. She can't live at her brother's forever and so when she decides it's time, she can just live with me, which would be great. I guess I could handle living alone for probably a year, but I get so scared and paranoid. I just can't sit alone with my thoughts for too long because I know I will freak myself out completely. The best parts of it would be that the public transportation goes to many places and runs all of the time and that I just love Chicago. I won't be bored even when I have to go to places alone and I could maybe get a dog of my own. Also, I could probably work at Nordstrom again. I'll even work at the Rack. I hope everything works out for this and that I'm not getting too ready for letdowns, as usual.

Elise

is the bestiest best friend ever.
She's honest and giving.
I like how she doesn't hide her feelings.
Even if she is in a bad mood, it's great of her to still deal with me.
I love her.





This may be retarded to everyone, but I honestly do think she's number 1. [=

I am so

scared, afraid, aghast, fearful, panic-stricken, petrified, shaken and terrified.


I have no idea what I should do. Chances are, I'll probably stick with the plan and see how it goes. I would like to have hope for myself, but judging from the previous downfalls, I don't. I'm only worried that I can't do it myself. But I know I have to learn someday or else I'm fucked. Seeing as I've thrown up, had a migraine and cried all my nervous feelings out, all I have left is a finicky stomach and sadness. I hate myself so much.

All is unexceptional

Change is irrelevant
Same dew at dawn as is at dusk
No matter what, everything is the same
Claim progression with no evidence
The only place to go is down
Keep your eyes high for mediocrity
Smile for nothing more than slight adequacy
Lend a hand of indifference
Tell an ordinary joke
Say you'll improve without advance
Every moment means nothing
Every caring shrug, careless
All promises crushed
No reason for assurance
Lies are truth and truth is right
Friends are acquaintances
Handshakes and kisses are coequal
Talking means nothing
Words are empty
There is no reason for affirmation when it's dead.
No one is worth any time

Not even yourself
Same dew
Same mold
Claim and claim, but be a liar
Cry wolf and be eaten

I never thought that

The saying: "Ignorance is bliss" held so true to me. I never thought that I would rather not fucking know than be severely disappointed when I find out the truth. I hate that I can barely trust anyone and that I have to walk with my eyes crazily scanning all around me and sleeping with one eye open. I don't like feeling alone. I don't like feeling as though I can't just make every thought I have open to everyone. I want more from life. I want more people to be trustworthy. I want so much and so little from everyone. How hard is it? I'm aware that all I do is complain. I'm also aware that I myself aren't in any way perfect. I know I'm one of the people I speak about. I can't be trusted, nor can I stand myself either. What I know is that when I say I'm not going to do something or I am, I usually come through to the best of my ability. Seeing as I don't have things many people do readily available to me, I may fall short on many things. Such things I can't give my word on are never promised, just hoped for. All I'm asking is that everyone else hope to do what they say they will instead of having completely empty promises. I know that it's impossible for all humans to keep promises, but please, at least do what you can and hope for what you agreed to. I'm just so sick and fucking tired of everyone and everything being so desolate.

To a degree

The more I think about my life as a whole the more disappointed I get in myself. I feel as though the older I get the more immature I become. Not socially, but responsibility-wise I'm going backwards towards childhood status. The things I wish didn't faze me are dictating my life. The people I barely acknowledge, negative feelings I get from every situation and society as a whole are running my entire life. I think too much and do too little. I need to evolve and get my shit straight because so far digressing in every situation thrown my way isn't cutting it. I'm driving myself completely nuts just breathing in and out. I have to do nothing whatsoever to absolutely anger myself. I need a leg up. I may not deserve it, but I'm so weak that I need the strength of another or several others to even live a semi-decent life. In order for me to not be alleyway box-ridden takes at least two people other than myself to make it so. I'm a pathetic being and I need to change. I need to get everything in order. I need to do so much in so little time that I may just spontaneously combust. Knowing that every time I seem to figure things out for me and become a somewhat respectable person then getting shat on in the end isn't the best of reinforcements. I need something more enticing, rather than blatantly realistic preconceived notions of my future.

Every instant

I'm sinking further and further within myself.
Feeling caged inside my head.
Many passersby wander along with millions of different keys on their chains.
I know every one of them has a key or several that would free me.
Yet, like a nightmare, I yell with a muffled voice and they ignore my flailing arms.
I've never felt more alone than I do everyday.
Every new moment I'm cursed with more torture.
It's although I'm dying of thirst, but I'm chained just far enough away for the water to escape my grasp.
The din of the rest of the world gets so loud that I can't even feel myself breathing.
Then again, it's so quiet my thoughts are screaming and pleading to be set free.
My ear drums are broken.
And my frozen heart pumps blood, no more.

I am

Still trapped in my thoughts, but now I have something worth reading to write. Rather than progressing everyday like everyone else, I fall back at a staggering rate and when I hit the ground it's nothing like the asphalt I expect, it's moist and soft. Before I can manage to get on my feet I realize it's quicksand and there's no one there to help me. I struggle and writhe until I'm neck deep and then just before I feel my chest compressing, somehow I find myself standing beside the pit dirtied and thankful I got out of that one. It seems that although I have heaps of bad luck, I somehow manage to pull myself out of trouble for what seems like a blink of an eye. The ratio of bad to good things that happen to me are out of this world and if this is how it's always going to be then I don't know what to do. Sometimes I sit for hours and think about what I can do next. The possibilities are on a short list. Sometimes there is no list at all. I don't know how to go about righting all of the wrongs in my life without some large amount of help from the people that have only taken from me because they are the only ones at liberty to fix me. That which broke me needs to put me back together somehow and soon because I don't know how much more I can take of myself in this state. I don't like who I've become for the most part. I want to be someone worth knowing.

No better way to say this

I feel like I'm trapped in my mind

and the walls are closing in.

Desolate

I feel so empty.
I feel as though I'm drowning and I've been living in the feeling right before you die.
I can't get a breath and I'm coughing up bubbles.
There's a fluttering sensation my heart keeps making that's telling me to swim upward.
Every time I'm right beneath the surface where I can reach up and my fingertips can feel the warmth of the sun, I'm tugged down again.
Every tug pulls me deeper and deeper.
I struggle and wonder why this is even happening to me anymore because I feel I should learn from my mistakes.
I should gain some knowledge from my past as to not keep finding myself sputtering for air.
My chest is so full I may burst.
My lungs are on the brink of combustion.
And right when I feel my soul starting to evaporate, the hatred and sadness within lets go of my flailing legs and offers me a gasp of sacred air.
Right when I can taste the delicious fruit of reassurance, a worm peeks out from my apple.

I have a friend

Someone I know wants to watch Shark Week while a guy is going down on them.....uh, idealistic or what? I'll be taking phone numbers for said friend if there is anyone up to it.






I swear to your god that it isn't me...

p0s!xc0r3!!!11!

I figured I should possibly write something that would give the two people who may read this the impression that I'm not some slothy ass piece of crap. I really cannot wait until I get things figured out and save some money so I can move to Chicago with Elise. I think that it would be the best thing for me since I've lived in so many places so far in my life and being in Iowa the longest is a little ridiculous. I feel like we would have the best time in a place like that and we would find what we've been looking for. We both seem to have lost a true meaning of happiness a while ago and it's no fun since we're always together and always down. I enjoy hanging out with her all of the time, too which is great given the fact we're both so blue. I know this was supposed to be a happy post, but I honestly have no idea how to stem off of good things when I write. People seem to think her and I hold ourselves in a smug manner because we know what we want and we don't waste time on sad excuses. So what if it seems rude of us to like what we do and act on our instincts? If it satisfies us, then shouldn't that be enough of a reason? Can't people just respect others that have a sense of honesty and maturity that they don't fall victim to childish acts as white lies. I believe when we leave we will be more apt to meeting people that look for such attributes that we hold. I know I make it sound as though as we're one person, but I've never found someone that agreed with me on so much and felt so similar as I on most issues. I'm mocked and talked down to due to the fact I've moved on and found true respect from a friend. Granted, I love all of my good friends and past "best" friends, but none of them have been able to almost fully understand why I am me. Laugh at me for putting you on the backburner. Poke fun because you betrayed me and were selfish. I really don't mind because I'm happier now and there's someone that wouldn't leave me out in the cold and lie to me.

Dissatisfaction part: 2

Sometimes I find myself feeling really down about how unreliable or unqualified of a friend I am. I feel as though what I do or do not do for the help of my friends is falling shorter and shorter each day. I don't mean to be pointless, but I don't know what I can do or maybe how to react to what is happening. I love all of my good friends very dearly and I wish I could convey that in a very obvious manner. Also, I hope the advice I give is worthy enough to somewhat fix any problems that need mending. I love you. Elise be happy because you're a beautiful person in every way and you shouldn't know hurt and sadness.

Dissatisfaction

In my life I always find myself thinking of things out there that I don't already have that could improve it. I do acknowledge all of the people, places and things I do have that make me feel a sense of self worth although they are few and far between. I have about six true friends when not three years ago I felt as though I had thirty. I guess I can tell that I've changed for what I thought was the better, but I guess honesty and maturity aren't expected of 20 year-old people anymore. It seems as though everyone I've been "friends" with for the past few years have gotten more and more childlike with age. I hate feeling bad for wising up and gaining knowledge because everyone else is just too busy partying to be my friend anymore. I dislike sounding so obnoxiously whiny, but I have no other known ways to convey my stress. I just don't get why I'm less appreciated nowadays. I know I should not care because the people in my life still are the ones that honestly matter. And I do cherish that and those people, but sometimes I just yearn for something a little more...who doesn't? I just don't like that I may come off as unhappy to the people I love and appreciate very very much when I have nothing but respect and care for them. I don't like coming off as if they're not fulfilling their quota for me and I wish I could just give them the absolution of knowing that I love them. I would be nothing without these people and I would be in a crazy home somewhere, I'm sure. You know who you are and I love you so much. Thank you for what you've given me.

Clueless

How to fathom one's worth seems as though it should be easy. But day in and day out I ponder my place in this world and I don't see my point. Yes, I have friends and family, but I sometimes feel invisible when I'm around more than one of them at once. I don't place the blame for that in any one of them, I completely place it in myself. I'm easy to disregard and simple to not show much interest in when attention is paid. If I were you, I'd do the same to me. Everything I go through when interacting with anyone is my fault. Whether it's a good experience or bad, I steer the wheel with people and lately I see no point in trying too hard at all because in the end, everyone I meet is let down by me. In the beginning, my antics seem interesting, but the more you see them the less you can handle the type of person I am. But mainly, I just want to tell everyone that I apologize for the person I am and that I should change. I wish I wasn't raised into this person either.

Seriously

I miss when I was too young and naive to detest this world I live in. I miss when I was in elementary and middle school. I miss the music from when I was little. Everything seemed so much more honest and beautiful. People weren't writing or singing about how messed up the world is or how terrible everything was. They were writing about love and the prospect of being enveloped within. Granted, there was some musicians that felt otherwise, but there were few and far between in comparison to now. I'm definitely not saying that I don't like listening to music birthed from angst because we all know that isn't true. I've grown up and during that I became more into such. But, when I was young and felt nothing but love and happiness it was great because it seemed as though everyone else was in agreement. Thank goodness for 90s slow jams. I want someone to sing Sweet Lady by: Tyrese to me. That is my life goal. [=



Update. A little over a week ago my roommate threw me out because I'm selfish and I take her for granted along with everything and everyone. Also, I apparently am a huge bitch and I use her and other people. I fail to be in cahoots with her as I have rarely been known as any of the above mentioned. Nonetheless, I now live with my best friend, Elise an hour away and I'm pretty okay with that. I no longer have a job but, I did speak with my [ex] manager about what happened and how I needed to resign. She said she doesn't understand why it happened because she never thought of me as the person I told her I was called. She also said I could work at that company again if i see fit. So, thank goodness for good people, too! In regardless, fuck the world.

I got the least severe level 3 years ago.

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Fifth Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Very High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very High
Level 7 (Violent)	Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

I said

I was going to sleep but I guess I fibbed again. Not on purpose of course, but this tends to happen from time to time. As, I was in the restroom washing up I thought to myself about how I should write a message to those I love in the event I pass away. I know, kind of weird because I'm all of 20 years old, but people die everyday so why not, right? Anyhow, If I ever were to die out of nowhere I would like to have a FUNeral. One that people don't cry at, but laugh at. Laugh because of all the things we did together. Maybe cry, but only because they're laughing so hard. I would like for there to be multiple pinatas at my funeral along with a live band that my closest friend would choose. I would like for this to take place somewhere amazing, such as outside in the lovely landscape. Also, party favors, such as little gift bags of candy and rice crispy treats with m&ms in them, would be handed out to every guest. If I die and I still look socially acceptable, I would like an open casket and for me to be in a party dress and looked all dolled like I'm about to flirt, but after I request that I be cremated as to not waste anymore space on this earth. I don't want religion to be involved whatsoever in my funeral because although that was me, it is not anymore and never will be again. I understand even the most Athiest of people get Christian ceremonies, but I'm just not going to go out with false hopes of heaven in the minds of believers. If anyone attends this shindig and they obviously had no respect for me, they will be literally thrown out like on the Fresh Prince of Bel air. I would like one of my favorite movies to be played at the wake along with all of my favorite music. Iksnay on the shittay. I'm not down for crap music. I would like all of the decorations to be bright and beautiful colors along with the mandatory attire worn and the tiger lilies all over the place. Every picture of me displayed has to be with the ones I love. My family would need to know and understand that I did and always will love them no matter how far apart from them I distanced myself. It was because I wasn't strong enough to deal with my problems correctly, I swear. Don't read this and be down about the subject, read with an open mind and just know that I will not be purposely offing myself and I don't hope to go soon, know that I'm doing this just in case because I'm a picky nitwit. [=

Right now

I'm thinking about how things fall into place the way that they do. Why do people fear confrontation and truth. Why can't things get handed to you on a silver platter when the less deserving get the special treatment. Who made the decisions that the sky should be up and the world should be round? I only sit in wonder because something somewhat frustrating happens and I take the time to try and figure out why. In that process I get deeper and deeper until I don't even remember what spurred such thoughts. I'm so stressed and my thoughts are literally screaming at me and my heart is racing as though there is a prize at the finish. What prize would it be for my heart if death where the shiny trophy or giant check? What if parts of you had their own thoughts? What if the couch you sit on got annoyed because you accidentally spilled crumbs on it? Maybe the crumbs are afraid of heights? Did they die on impact? Did they have families? What if you were the Godzilla in the life of a sandwich? Do you hold remorse for said sandwich? I honestly think far too long about the possible aspirations and thoughts of inanimate objects. I wish someone would just give me answers. Not necessarily about the seemingly pointless things that jog through my mind but of the "important" things. Like, why can't there just be life guiders people could go to? I'm starting to sound crazy, but I really would like to know some stuff. Nothing too wild, just random things that would really shine some sense onto a lot of things. Like, why do some people peg me as self centered? I don't get it. Although, what's new. I don't get much. I don't get satisfied or recognition or interest. I don't get a second glance or desires. I get what I beg for and what I beg for is mediocrity.

We all know

I would be lying if I said that I am the same person as I was 3 years ago, hell, even 3 months ago. I have changed a lot and in my point of view it was for the better. Yes, it is blatantly obvious that I was "easier to be around" over a year ago, but from what I know the only things I have changed or improved are that I tell the truth at most costs, I don't let people walk all over me, I've gained more knowledge in music and I'm not fake. This doesn't apply to everyone I know when I say that people don't like who I've become. People don't like when someone is blunt to their face or when someone that doesn't really like them isn't nice in front of them. I'm sorry but I just can't do it anymore. I can't go around being super sweet to those I just don't respect. Also, I have starting talking less and less to people I used to be close with because although it seemed like I didn't care before I am facing the fact that some of my friends aren't too great of people. If it seems like I have "betrayed" you or turned my back on you it could be because of something YOU did. I'm not saying that every time I don't talk to you for a little while means you're an asshole, I'm just saying that maybe you should take a look at the whole picture. No one is perfect especially me. Definitely me. I know my flaws, I know when to hold back, do you? Do you think that all unfortunate things happening in your life is something or someone else's fault? What I've learned is that I should step out of my selfish box and just look at things from the outside. Granted, I don't do it every single time, but I'm progressing. It may not look like it now, but I'm trying to become a better and more realistic person. Speaking of realistic, I would like to get into the topic of religion. *GASP* I know that about a year ago I was Christian. I know it seems like all of the sudden I just changed my mind because it was "cool" and everyone else was doing it! But, that is not the case. I was slowly losing faith over time and there were a couple things just hurdling me into my current stand quicker. I no longer believe there is a god or whatever. No religion is the right one. If so, that's too bad because there are too many to beat out and none have a fighting chance, except maybe Christianity due to the fact that it is the most popular. Oh well, people can believe whatever they want to as long as they're not shoving it down my throat. That goes for everything, not just Christianity. We live in a free country for a reason, deal with it.

Hopelessly

I wait around mentally alone wanting something or someone to happen. Every moment of my existence seems like a farce that someone from the outside is having a laugh at. No, not someONE some crowd of beings. Some large mega dome full of people with the driest of humor. People that wonder why I'm even wasting space on this vile earth. I can see a future featuring me in a straight to DVD movie encircling the joke that is myself. I realize that to those of you reading this, I sound like one of those people who ache for sympathy, but honestly, I'm usually not. I'm the sympathetic one, the caregiver, almost maternal even. I beg to be needed and thrive on being wanted. I overanalyze the slightest things people do in order to make me seem victimized. It's pathetic but I feel if people didn't include me in things, it has got to be because they did it on purpose. Know why? Because if I think they actually took a minute or even a second out of their thoughts to even intentionally single me out, I feel important. Again, I know it sounds exceptionally pathetic, but I am involuntarily in love with attention. I'm good at seeming spiteful towards it, but it's a huge act. And it's not like I lie about it either, I just naturally react negatively towards attention although now, we all know it's a croc. Call me out on it next time...I'll love every moment.

Once upon

One lonely day of being invisible to the world, I realized something about myself and most every being in this entire universe. All things will be forgotten. Every person, every cause, every laugh, cry, smile, scream and whisper. No matter how much or little one or many has done for this world or any other, it will be overlooked and forgotten sooner or later. I was never that person who proclaimed that she would make any difference on a large scale at all. Maybe for the people I know and will meet, yes and hopefully, but I never planned to make people love or hate what I believe in. I know it's pessimistic of me to say, but in the end, no one will care. No one will give a second thought to whether Martin had a dream or Obama wanted change, because the world, amongst others, is a selfish place. Give it some time and you will see it if you don't already now. I'd bet when this earth comes to a devastating end, the beings, if any, on Saturn or in any other universe for that matter definitely won't give a shit, even if they do know what went down here. I don't want to listen to my parents say that I need to go to college and make more out of my life, because it doesn't matter what I do at all to someone else other than my child, if I choose to have one or my spouse if someone will finally decide to have me. What's the point in being so self involved to suck up all the money by becoming a high paid CEO or a sleep deprived doctor or maybe a hateful loveless lawyer? I don't see any point, except if they're running low and you find yourself vastly eligible, go ahead I guess. But, don't ask me why I'm not in college "bettering" myself, because as far as I know, all I need to do is whatever I please. I want to be happy and make enough to pay my bills, lightly spoil my potential child and myself. I don't want to be a pretentious millionaire with nothing better to do than buy things for themselves. And even if I ever were to stumble upon a life of riches, I'd bet I'd buy thing's for the deserving people in my life, since I do it already with the little money I have.

Not really

Not on purpose at all, I said to a friend of mine that I was going to go to bed, but alas, I am here very obviously awake and feeling bad for mistakenly giving out false information. I didn't mean to. I completely had my heart set on unconsciousness but after getting up, cleaning my teeth and face then coming back into the room, I felt less weary. I'm now finding out this new wind was a short-lived falsification because again, I am very tired and feeling a little dizzy from being so. The human body is a mysterious place by which i cannot decipher, especially my own. You would think I'd know myself well enough to predict such a thing would happen but more than anyone else, I am most detached. I don't understand why or what I think or feel. I can barely give an explanation for many things I believe in or don't. The precursors in my life that have led me to these exact moments are the haziest of blurs that no man would be able to see with even the best of eyeglass. No deity of any religion could number my days or plan my next thought. Amongst everything I've known, I do know one thing: life or any piece of it is in no way predetermined. Nothing is fate. Fate is a fake as the gilded jewelry welfare mothers insist on wearing for any hope of a status climb. As fake as the nails the women partaking in whoredom buy with the earnings from their trashy ways of life in order to make a living. Possibly as fake as the love so many claim they feel for unsuspecting victims that they throw out with the garbage once weekly. Don't come at me with the fallacy of fate, come at me with rationale and reason, with the obvious proof of cause and effect.

Oh my

I'm writing twice in one day, something must be up. I'm just so unhappy right now. I know typical and annoying of me to complain, but who the fuck cares. This is my damn blog and if you're reading it then I'm sure you don't mind.

Why is it that about every 4 days I get all down and out. I know that there really isn't any explanation for it, but sometimes I just sit and think waaaay too much and wallow like a little bitch. Why can't I be privileged, why can't I have the things some people have. I know everyone thinks the exact same thing, but all I really want/need is a nice car. Like, nice nice. At least newer than a 2000, less than 100k on it and everything in complete impeccable working order. If I had only that, so much would fall into place for me. That's all I ask for.



Oh, and for everyone to be okay with what I want to do for myself. It's my life, please accept that.

Live for this

I've been here pondering everything I need to do before I leave. I need to pay about $1000 in tickets and about $800 in emergency room fees. I decided that since I most likely won't have that all taken care of by the time I leave, I will just have them take $50 each from a bank account monthly. Good idea? I think it's the best I can come up with. And I know you're thinking, "Why the fuck doesn't she just move after she's paid, like, later on?" Well, honestly I can barely handle another month, week, day here. Prior to living here for 10 1/2 years I lived in 4 other states and many other cities. I don't know how I didn't just leave the day I graduated from high school because of how long I've been here in comparison to everywhere else. Wait, I know why, it's because my best friends at the time probably would not have liked that very much. Lucky for them I didn't have a magic crystal ball telling me that it won't be the same with them not a year later. If I would've known I probably would've selfishly peaced the fuck out the day before my 18th birthday. It sounds kind of mean, but as I get older I keep realizing that everyone just needs to do what they want or what they feel is right for themselves.

So, now I'm stuck trying to get what I want to do figured completely out and explain to those who matter why. But, the people I love should understand, right?


NEW TOPIC!


I potentially may get a second job. I don't want to, but I need to. My main occupation is very slow between the end of January and the middle of July. I only want to work 10-20 hours a week more and Nordstrom just can't supply me with that now. And every time they send out a "Who wants to leave early, because almost everyone can!?" email, it's hard to not hit the LVEA button and gallivant right out of that place. If I get a second job, I'd legitimately get the hours and money I need without the temptation of leaving early to be social or lazy.

So, question is...which of the two nearby businesses should I work at, the gas station or the Tobacco Outlet. Either way, both will hinder me from even thinking about quitting smoking. Ha.

Since no one uses Xanga anymore

I decided that I'd use this site. I need an outlet for me to stay healthy in the mental department and Myspace or Facebook just won't work out for an abundance of web logs. Also, a good friend of mine, Brea, uses this also and I'd like to comment on her everyday life while she's away in Asia.


With the psuedo introduction now set aside, I would like to address the ever so popular topic of The Male Species. Yes, I know...cliche as hell, but I'm at that age where everything I do or say will be construed as cliche, so fuck it! Anyhow, guys, why is it that so many of you, like us females, claim to want what is known as a "good" relationship but you totally avoid that by weeding out the somewhat pretty but curvy girls? I mean, there are some of you who don't but still have high standards in other areas.
Like, I'm not trying to pull the race card AT ALL because I'm several very different races myself, but like I notice white girls always get all the love. Like, for example, I started getting somewhat into this guy who highly insinuated that he felt the same way. Little did I know, after hanging for 10 days being all kosher and shit he just quit speaking to me out of nowhere. Apparently, according to Facebook because my friend told me and I deleted him, he got a girlfriend.(lol sentence) She was what the young'uns would call a "wigger" and she's about my size give or take 5 pounds. Also, not as pretty as me in mine or my friends' opinion. Granted we're biased, but we're not fucking blind and we don't really like to lie to one another. I just thought it was a bunch of bullshit because he was black.(first full black guy I've ever wanted to date.) And this brings me back to my point of white girls having all the fun!


I would probably give any guy $5 to give me a valid and serious explanation as to why they choose white. I mean, I know I prefer white guys, but everyone knows that and maybe that's what happened with this guy? He just may've taken a race taste(ew) like I did and it just wasn't his bread and butter?
WHO KNOWS?



All I'm wanting to know is why white girls are always the quickest to get boyfriends in my experience.