A scream rings off in the distance,
Was it me?
I can't tell;
Everything moves too quickly to know,
There is blood on my hands
I've killed a man
But, was he the last to scream
Or was I?
Tuesday, October 11, 2016
Monday, May 9, 2016
Shit talk comes from assholes
People always talk shit, but sometimes it gets to you..
Recently I've been dating this guy and at the time we started talking we worked at the same place. Our co-workers didn't know anything was going on until I quit my job there and we started being more public with our relationship. Everything has been really great here in the past six months getting to know each other and spending a lot of time together and going on adventures. I've loved spending every moment with him on our little grand adventures. He's taught me how to grow as a person and be open to new and exciting things. I've experienced new types of cuisines, gone above and beyond my comfort zone, and traveled to places I've only dreamed of visiting. That being said, our relationship is great, and nothing gets to me about what other people think about us being together because we have good energy and are very supportive of each other.
So today, I had the day off and I wanted to see my boyfriend for a second to ask him a question because his phone is always off when he's at work. I went in for a few minutes with one of my best friends and I stood where he could see me, but one of my old co-workers came out to see what I needed. We chatted for a bit and then I got the information I needed and left. Later this afternoon when my boyfriend got off work he called me and we chatted for a little while and he mentioned that the co-worker that I spoke with had said some really degrading things about me after I left.
It's honestly not worth repeating, but the whole point of the little comments was that I wasn't good enough to be dated. I was a low piece of meat, and I didn't have a chance at being successful. Normally that wouldn't hurt my feelings, because this man is a complete moron. His life is in shambles and he has nothing better to do than make snarky comments about people and point out their flaws because of his own insecurity's. But this honestly made me very angry. I'm not sure if I'm angry because my boyfriend didn't defend me, or because all of our co-workers now think that we're just in a friends with benefits relationship because my boyfriend doesn't tell all of his dirty information with them. The red head in me was making a plan to blow up this fuckers car, but I decided to work off the anger instead to better myself and prove him wrong. It honestly doesn't matter what he thinks, but it just pisses me off to think that people still look down on me when they don't have a pot to shit in.
One thing that's always made me determined is my enemies thinking that I'm weak and fragile, because then I can show them how ruthless and savage I really am under all this sweet innocence. Good luck to the next man who calls me a crazy bitch, because they just might get a taste of just how crazy I really am.
Recently I've been dating this guy and at the time we started talking we worked at the same place. Our co-workers didn't know anything was going on until I quit my job there and we started being more public with our relationship. Everything has been really great here in the past six months getting to know each other and spending a lot of time together and going on adventures. I've loved spending every moment with him on our little grand adventures. He's taught me how to grow as a person and be open to new and exciting things. I've experienced new types of cuisines, gone above and beyond my comfort zone, and traveled to places I've only dreamed of visiting. That being said, our relationship is great, and nothing gets to me about what other people think about us being together because we have good energy and are very supportive of each other.
So today, I had the day off and I wanted to see my boyfriend for a second to ask him a question because his phone is always off when he's at work. I went in for a few minutes with one of my best friends and I stood where he could see me, but one of my old co-workers came out to see what I needed. We chatted for a bit and then I got the information I needed and left. Later this afternoon when my boyfriend got off work he called me and we chatted for a little while and he mentioned that the co-worker that I spoke with had said some really degrading things about me after I left.
It's honestly not worth repeating, but the whole point of the little comments was that I wasn't good enough to be dated. I was a low piece of meat, and I didn't have a chance at being successful. Normally that wouldn't hurt my feelings, because this man is a complete moron. His life is in shambles and he has nothing better to do than make snarky comments about people and point out their flaws because of his own insecurity's. But this honestly made me very angry. I'm not sure if I'm angry because my boyfriend didn't defend me, or because all of our co-workers now think that we're just in a friends with benefits relationship because my boyfriend doesn't tell all of his dirty information with them. The red head in me was making a plan to blow up this fuckers car, but I decided to work off the anger instead to better myself and prove him wrong. It honestly doesn't matter what he thinks, but it just pisses me off to think that people still look down on me when they don't have a pot to shit in.
One thing that's always made me determined is my enemies thinking that I'm weak and fragile, because then I can show them how ruthless and savage I really am under all this sweet innocence. Good luck to the next man who calls me a crazy bitch, because they just might get a taste of just how crazy I really am.
Saturday, October 10, 2015
The reality of January bliss
There has been a moment in time. Very few times, that I have truly fallen in love with someone. Once when I was twelve and then the second time when I was eighteen. There isn't a day that I don't think about either one of those boys. One of them is actually a good friend of mine, and a few weekends ago we hung out and he told me he loved me and I realized that I have always loved him. The other guy is far away and his birthday was a few days ago. Both completely surrounded by their new lives since I left, and I couldn't be happier for them. But then there's this whole "what about me?" moment. When my first love was seventeen he talked about marrying his first girlfriend and it broke me, and since then he's been single off and on. I've been a total bitch to him and he has been nothing but sweet to me all of the time. He forgave me for all of my pain towards him. He told me yesterday night that he forgives and forgets quickly and easily. When we were younger I used to imagine us married by now, living in a house and starting our own little family. I had plans to always be with him forever, but things changed, the way that life normally does. We were both innocent and I didn't know what anything was but I knew I cared very deeply for him and it was hard to hide it. I haven't been able to love anyone or show anyone favor in that way since that time. Now everything is all about smoke and mirrors. Games. Flirting with boys that I don't even have a chance with, or who I don't even care about. But those two boys are always in the back of my mind...all the time. Every day. They've made me a better person in a way, and I don't think I will ever stop having a place in my heart for them.
A new year has occured once more. I find that whatever you do on the first day of the year you will be doing throughout the year. I was "partying" at a gay club/bar drinking and staying up all night. Since then I've been planning on another night with my new best friend from work. She's turning 22 and wants to go bar hopping. I'm a total lightweight, but I'll go to support her. Sometimes I worry about the person I may be becoming. Three years ago I wouldn't have been able to handle the things that I handle now. Boys sexting me, drinking whisky, and quitting school. It kind of all started when my second love didn't care about life anymore. I molded myself into something I thought he'd accept, and then he left and I didn't know what to do anymore with myself. I stopped being religious. I stopped caring about life. There were a few times that I nearly committed suicide. Then my dad brought me back to reality. He kept me focused in school and pushed me to get a job. My school had a job fair and I went. Two out of three jobs were interested in me, and that made me have a little bit of faith in myself. It wasn't anything elegant working in a fast food restaurant, but I managed for the six months that it lasted. Over the period of time I learned about gays, transgender people, and what ghetto looked like. It isn't anything that I would want to change anytime soon. I got a front row seat to the world and some of it's problems. They accepted me as I was, and I loved them for it. I became who I am now, not shy and innocent but loud and independant. I like that I turned out like that.
Sometimes I lose track of what I want, or mainly what I need. Or what I want and need aren't the same thing, and if they are they are a person that I can't have. A ton of girls my age are getting married. At least two thirds of my graduating class from high school is either married, engaged, or in a serious relationship...and I'm over here kind of like "yay whisky!". Okay, all jokes aside though, it's pretty sad. I just don't want to be in a relationship with anyone. I can't have casual sex, because I wouldn't be able to just play it off like nothing happened. Then there's the whole questioning sexuality thing. Sometimes I'm gay and then other times I'm straight af. These times are very confusing.
A new year has occured once more. I find that whatever you do on the first day of the year you will be doing throughout the year. I was "partying" at a gay club/bar drinking and staying up all night. Since then I've been planning on another night with my new best friend from work. She's turning 22 and wants to go bar hopping. I'm a total lightweight, but I'll go to support her. Sometimes I worry about the person I may be becoming. Three years ago I wouldn't have been able to handle the things that I handle now. Boys sexting me, drinking whisky, and quitting school. It kind of all started when my second love didn't care about life anymore. I molded myself into something I thought he'd accept, and then he left and I didn't know what to do anymore with myself. I stopped being religious. I stopped caring about life. There were a few times that I nearly committed suicide. Then my dad brought me back to reality. He kept me focused in school and pushed me to get a job. My school had a job fair and I went. Two out of three jobs were interested in me, and that made me have a little bit of faith in myself. It wasn't anything elegant working in a fast food restaurant, but I managed for the six months that it lasted. Over the period of time I learned about gays, transgender people, and what ghetto looked like. It isn't anything that I would want to change anytime soon. I got a front row seat to the world and some of it's problems. They accepted me as I was, and I loved them for it. I became who I am now, not shy and innocent but loud and independant. I like that I turned out like that.
Sometimes I lose track of what I want, or mainly what I need. Or what I want and need aren't the same thing, and if they are they are a person that I can't have. A ton of girls my age are getting married. At least two thirds of my graduating class from high school is either married, engaged, or in a serious relationship...and I'm over here kind of like "yay whisky!". Okay, all jokes aside though, it's pretty sad. I just don't want to be in a relationship with anyone. I can't have casual sex, because I wouldn't be able to just play it off like nothing happened. Then there's the whole questioning sexuality thing. Sometimes I'm gay and then other times I'm straight af. These times are very confusing.
Sunday, July 19, 2015
My Art is Broken
My art is broken.
Some say that art is apart of you, like an arm or a leg, and if so mine is broken. I haven't been productive in any kind of art flow since...I can't remember. Last year there were a lot of things that made me feel a lot of intense emotions, which I turned into art. This year, the new 2015, I haven't made any art. I can't even write poetically like I could. There are no drawings or doodles on anything that I have on paper, it's just a dry well. Art isn't really something I have been focusing on intensely though either, but then again I've never had to focus on art...it always just...came to me.
I think maybe the problem is that I'm in a crossroads between being a kid and being an adult. For the most part the adult side is winning (unfortunately) and it's killing my art flow. Also, another common problem, is that there are many young adults creating art that is mind blowing and I can't do what they do so I don't do anything at all...not even trying. I find too since I took a break from school this semester that actual homework created a place for me to procrastinate and then create art. School was my base and art was my frame, kind of like a house, and that's what I lived in. Now without the base I can't build a frame. It bothers me to a degree that I can't create anything. I still love and enjoy color, but now so it's more of what other people can do rather than what I can do. Not sure how that makes me feel either.
It's not like I don't have a wave of emotions, they just aren't as intense as losing three best friends within a few months of each other. My emotions are mainly just being aggravated, bored, and lonely. Sometimes my depression comes in to play and I think about suicide but eventually put it back in the box that it hides in in the dark places of my mind. This is the way that it is with life I guess...you go to work and do this continuous cycle forever until you're dead. Sometimes I literally don't even get the point of living. Really though, not saying suicide is the ideal thing, but when I think about life and how the government is and how people are I just don't know why I'm here. One person in amidst millions and only one percent know my name by the time I'm dead. There's just this vicious cycle of surviving with all these rules about what's right and wrong. We literally have nothing to compare ourselves to, just kind of winging it here. Kind of like my parents with me during childhood. Their first and only child and they used to punish me for small petty things that didn't even matter. What they thought was right sometimes turned out to be wrong and the entire time they were being judged for everything hoping that I just turned out to be a decent human being.
Some say that art is apart of you, like an arm or a leg, and if so mine is broken. I haven't been productive in any kind of art flow since...I can't remember. Last year there were a lot of things that made me feel a lot of intense emotions, which I turned into art. This year, the new 2015, I haven't made any art. I can't even write poetically like I could. There are no drawings or doodles on anything that I have on paper, it's just a dry well. Art isn't really something I have been focusing on intensely though either, but then again I've never had to focus on art...it always just...came to me.
I think maybe the problem is that I'm in a crossroads between being a kid and being an adult. For the most part the adult side is winning (unfortunately) and it's killing my art flow. Also, another common problem, is that there are many young adults creating art that is mind blowing and I can't do what they do so I don't do anything at all...not even trying. I find too since I took a break from school this semester that actual homework created a place for me to procrastinate and then create art. School was my base and art was my frame, kind of like a house, and that's what I lived in. Now without the base I can't build a frame. It bothers me to a degree that I can't create anything. I still love and enjoy color, but now so it's more of what other people can do rather than what I can do. Not sure how that makes me feel either.
It's not like I don't have a wave of emotions, they just aren't as intense as losing three best friends within a few months of each other. My emotions are mainly just being aggravated, bored, and lonely. Sometimes my depression comes in to play and I think about suicide but eventually put it back in the box that it hides in in the dark places of my mind. This is the way that it is with life I guess...you go to work and do this continuous cycle forever until you're dead. Sometimes I literally don't even get the point of living. Really though, not saying suicide is the ideal thing, but when I think about life and how the government is and how people are I just don't know why I'm here. One person in amidst millions and only one percent know my name by the time I'm dead. There's just this vicious cycle of surviving with all these rules about what's right and wrong. We literally have nothing to compare ourselves to, just kind of winging it here. Kind of like my parents with me during childhood. Their first and only child and they used to punish me for small petty things that didn't even matter. What they thought was right sometimes turned out to be wrong and the entire time they were being judged for everything hoping that I just turned out to be a decent human being.
Update?
It's been about six months since I last made a update. So here's some of the things that's been going on with me:
- Quit school for the semester
- Almost got fired because I got really fucking sick
- Just got over having a kidney and bladder infection
- Started a new journey in my life in February with a cute red head named John
- John and I have been dating for about five months.
- People at work have gotten fired or quit, and there was a time where almost all of my friends were quitting or transferring.
- I moved out of my parents house and in with my friend/old enemy and that lasted about two months.
- I've been traveling to another state almost every weekend and getting to experience and see new things.
- For the first time in three years I got to see fireworks for the Forth of July
- I almost moved in with my boyfriend a month ago, but he got news he was going to have other things in the future that would cause him to leave.
A lot of things have changed, and I got to see what it felt to be free and have my own place to pay for and take care of. I loved being independent but I think everything happens for a reason. If I would have still been in mobile home I was at I probably would have had far worse symptoms and no one to take care of me. The house I was staying in was hot and had an ac unit mean to cool a bedroom instead of a house. My roommate didn't give me any kind of personal space and her daughter, which is two and I don't mind, would vandalize my stuff or take things from my room when I was gone. Needless to say the situation was getting out of hand and I needed to do what was best for myself, so I left.
The story of John and I is rather simple. We have known each other for quite some time as we grew up around each other as kids. The church I went to had kids my age and I grew up with them and John was a first cousin of my best friend. During the holidays this past year his family planned things and he made his own plans and visited his cousins. The first visit was around Thanksgiving, and then around Christmas, and then by New Years and Super Bowl time we knew we wanted to be seeing more of each other. He got an apartment of his own so we could avoid sneaking in and getting caught by parents, and I began helping him make his apartment feel more like home. We spent a lot of time together when we got the chance and Valentines Day we made it official that we were dating. Since then we have been nearly inseparable.
Things have been far from perfect, but some of the little moments make me so happy. Right now I don't know whats going to happen for the rest of this year other than working and being at home. My goals are to go back to school and learn something important and life changing, but my job schedule has me working almost as much as full time employees. I'd also like to move back out, but living alone and all doesn't seem the best idea with the way things cost now. The struggle is real. Not really, but for myself it is.
Saturday, January 17, 2015
Life Update..
A new year, and a new me!
Update list:
Update list:
- My "new" job is now going on almost five months
- I am officially taking a break from school
- I've started socially drinking
- My new nickname is "One Shot Wonder"
- I turn 22 this year
- One of my old childhood frienemies is coming back into the picture
- A Marine wants to marry me
All in all I'm still just bleh about things, but over all I feel like I'm growing up. A lot of things are changing, and some things never change.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Accents
Tonight I'm trying new things. While browsing the idle isles of wal-mart earlier tonight I found some tea samples for a few dollars. This is the first time I've had hot tea since my "tea/slumber party" back in high school with some close girlfriends. This isn't why I'm here though, it's just a mere intro as to why I'm really drinking hot tea. I met a boy... Now as you may remember those four words are never good, but I really find my heart tugging in his direction. Whether it's the fact that he resembles my ex-best friend, I don't know. I've missed my friend quite terribly but I know that there's nothing more that can come out of our relationship now, but this new guy...he has adventure and new possibilities written all over him. He makes me feel happy inside, which I haven't felt that happy in a long time.
Quick story. It wasn't a grand gesture of kindness or anything, but after class one day this week my new friend was waiting for his next class to begin and had a waiting period of about thirty-minutes. After our class together he walked with myself and the girl who sits beside me in class out to the parking lot at school. The girl I sit with in the back row got picked up by her boyfriend within a few minutes of walking out, and so the guy from class walked with me all the way to the next parking lot. We discussed things and he asked me where I was parked, and it ended up being quite far so he offered to give me a ride to my car...but he forgot his keys in the classroom. (He was having his next class in the same classroom that we had just gotten out of.) So instead of lending me a ride he just decided to walk with me. We walked for about five minutes and talked about everything, just keeping good conversation the whole time. Once we reached my car he wished me well and told me to have a good rest of the week and began walking back towards the other way.
As I got into my car I watched him walk away and although he was tall and could walk rather briskly, it was still a bit humid outside and he had been really sweet. So as un-awkwardly as I could muster, I drove up beside him as he walked and rolled down my window and offered him a ride. He took the offer and got into the passenger seat, which was a bit too short structured for his long frame. His knees brushed the dash and his head touched the ceiling. I laughed at him and made jokes about not having tall family members and his response was, "I can tell". It didn't take nearly as long to drive back to the building as it had to walk, but he was still grateful. Again, after escaping the small chambers of my car he wished me farewell and called me friend.
I know that it sounds like nothing, or maybe something. I don't read guys very well, but I'm trying so hard not to make this into something that it's not. I've never wanted to pursue a friendship with someone so much, but I feel that it's because he reminds me of a person I used to be close friends with...almost as if being friends with this new guy would be like the old times with my old friend. It wouldn't be fair though. To expect someone to be like someone they've never even met. Or maybe they could be better than the person I once knew, and things could be better and end up becoming something amazing. This guy in my class, he's different. Not different as in personality like out of this world different, but he takes care of his looks and respects his hygiene. The boys that I have grown up around are dirty red necks with stuffed buck heads hanging in their garage. They wear cameo and work boots. I've never fit into the style of where I live. All the girls wear shorty shorts and have long tan legs, like a girl in a country song. I'm nothing like this, what so ever, and it's led men to be un-attracted to me, but it's been a two-way street (I've been un-attracted to them as well).
So when I say that he's different...I'm talking accent, clothes, and attitude. Over all he's like this sweet tall comedic British guy with great hair (on his face and head!). I just find him refreshing compared to what I normally deal with, but the trouble is that I have four more weeks of class with him, and I really want to give him my phone number( which is rare because I never give anyone my number..ever.) but I don't want to cross any lines. He's not mentioned a girlfriend from what I recall, I even thought he was gay when I first began class with him, but he's straight from what I can tell. Over all he's super cool. We talked yesterday about whiskey, and so all I've been able to think about is drinking whiskey and talking to him for hours on end for the past two days. He literally made my day better yesterday just from walking with me, because normally no one pays me any attention and could care less about it. So..this. I've been thinking about this for two days now, and finally I've said it. So there.
Quick story. It wasn't a grand gesture of kindness or anything, but after class one day this week my new friend was waiting for his next class to begin and had a waiting period of about thirty-minutes. After our class together he walked with myself and the girl who sits beside me in class out to the parking lot at school. The girl I sit with in the back row got picked up by her boyfriend within a few minutes of walking out, and so the guy from class walked with me all the way to the next parking lot. We discussed things and he asked me where I was parked, and it ended up being quite far so he offered to give me a ride to my car...but he forgot his keys in the classroom. (He was having his next class in the same classroom that we had just gotten out of.) So instead of lending me a ride he just decided to walk with me. We walked for about five minutes and talked about everything, just keeping good conversation the whole time. Once we reached my car he wished me well and told me to have a good rest of the week and began walking back towards the other way.
As I got into my car I watched him walk away and although he was tall and could walk rather briskly, it was still a bit humid outside and he had been really sweet. So as un-awkwardly as I could muster, I drove up beside him as he walked and rolled down my window and offered him a ride. He took the offer and got into the passenger seat, which was a bit too short structured for his long frame. His knees brushed the dash and his head touched the ceiling. I laughed at him and made jokes about not having tall family members and his response was, "I can tell". It didn't take nearly as long to drive back to the building as it had to walk, but he was still grateful. Again, after escaping the small chambers of my car he wished me farewell and called me friend.
I know that it sounds like nothing, or maybe something. I don't read guys very well, but I'm trying so hard not to make this into something that it's not. I've never wanted to pursue a friendship with someone so much, but I feel that it's because he reminds me of a person I used to be close friends with...almost as if being friends with this new guy would be like the old times with my old friend. It wouldn't be fair though. To expect someone to be like someone they've never even met. Or maybe they could be better than the person I once knew, and things could be better and end up becoming something amazing. This guy in my class, he's different. Not different as in personality like out of this world different, but he takes care of his looks and respects his hygiene. The boys that I have grown up around are dirty red necks with stuffed buck heads hanging in their garage. They wear cameo and work boots. I've never fit into the style of where I live. All the girls wear shorty shorts and have long tan legs, like a girl in a country song. I'm nothing like this, what so ever, and it's led men to be un-attracted to me, but it's been a two-way street (I've been un-attracted to them as well).
So when I say that he's different...I'm talking accent, clothes, and attitude. Over all he's like this sweet tall comedic British guy with great hair (on his face and head!). I just find him refreshing compared to what I normally deal with, but the trouble is that I have four more weeks of class with him, and I really want to give him my phone number( which is rare because I never give anyone my number..ever.) but I don't want to cross any lines. He's not mentioned a girlfriend from what I recall, I even thought he was gay when I first began class with him, but he's straight from what I can tell. Over all he's super cool. We talked yesterday about whiskey, and so all I've been able to think about is drinking whiskey and talking to him for hours on end for the past two days. He literally made my day better yesterday just from walking with me, because normally no one pays me any attention and could care less about it. So..this. I've been thinking about this for two days now, and finally I've said it. So there.
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