The Fuckery That is My Life

The thoughts behind a girl trying to get through life.

What’s so strange is that I am a happy person.

Like, I really am a happy person.

I just don’t think i ever realized how much anger and pain i push to the back of my head.

Some call it maturity.

Some call it being rational.

I call it a time bomb waiting to go off.

But until then, I push things to the back. Only to let it be brought forward in the mere moments before I fall asleep. Or… in the hours it takes me to fall asleep. This is why I need a tv. I need to jumble the thoughts in my head so I can fall asleep.

Sometimes i wonder if i build up a fake sense of personal sadness because I want a sob story to tell. Then i realize that is crazy. Then i realize i’m not really faking my feelings.

3rd night home for christmas break.

I am perfectly content and happy with myself.

I think.

I feel like I am happy, but the moment i’m alone i realize i’m not.

I don’t mind being alone, but when i want someone around there isnt anyone to be around.

It’s not as bad this time. at all. a little sad, but i’m content.

We don’t have to change friends if we understand friends change.

My dad found this on his fortune cookie. I thought it made a lot of sense. And holds true to so much in my life. People change, friends change, the whole nine yards. Who I hang out with now is not who I’ll hang out in a year from now and so on. People tell me i’ve changed. Of course i’ve changed. I’ve grown up. I’ve turned into who I am today. Is this who I want to be in the future? No. But it’s who I am right now. So I’m going to continue on my way.

I’m just biting back tears.

Tears of unhappiness. Tears of loneliness. Tears of sadness and anger. Tears of frustration and confusion. Just so much tears. I want to tell someone… but what would that do? Nothing. It wouldn’t change a thing. Then i’d have someone looking at me with pity. But it’d be nice then at least someone would know. Someone would at least see past the mask I put on. They would see my sadness.

I have no words for how I feel.

And yet I do.

So the anger I have felt for the douche bag boy that left me as my date during my sorority formal to go to a better party has lessoned, but my saddness and heart ache has grown. Now, him and another girl in my sorority are getting really chummy. She doesn’t know how she feels about him, but I can tell she likes him. And because of me she’s refrained. Because of me, I am hurting the happiness of my sister and that douche… let’s focus more on my sisters happiness. Well, she then proceeds to tell me that he mentioned his shorts and belt that he left in the cabin (the same weekend he ditched me). Meaning, he still is upset that I have them. So, I text him (first time since that weekend, months ago) and I say “Look I didn’t throw your shit away or burn it, cause if I were you i’d want my shit back too. I’ve just been waiting for you to just ask for the damn shorts back”. and he replied “can I have the damn shorts back… and i’m sorry if you think I’m a dick, I understand if you think I am”. and i said “haha well i was being a psycho crazy drunk last year, so your not all to blame. yeah you weren’t the nicest guy in the world but whatever it happens. and liz is a really cool girl so just be nice to her. whenever i remember where i put your pants and belt ill let you know. I have no idea where your tie is though” and he says “Ok well no worries. I heard you were having a good year and you were happy so i’m glad that things are going well for you.” (my sister later tonight told me that her and another sister talked to him about me and said i go out less and i’m really getting my shit together and i seem a lot happier and what not) so i say “ha well thanks. hope your year is going well. and forreal sorry for being a fuckign mess last year! hope we can be straight or whatever :) ” and he says, “I would like if I could to say hello to you if I saw you on campus” and i said, “haha of course!” and he says “gucci”. yup the end of the texting convo.

fast forward to me getting emotionally punched in the stomach. because frankly, despite what i say, no i’m not okay with it. no, i don’t want my sister with him. he’s mine. he is always mine and cant be anyones. but realistically, I know that he can talk to whoever he wants. and frankly this sister is cool. I like her a lot and if anyone were to go after a boy i’d want it to be her. Yeah, i don’t think he’s a nice guy but he did just apologize to me. even if i did instigate the conversation. so naturally i told my sister its okay, and go for it. i said im okay to this guy. I gotta find his shit at my house back at home. but this whole thing makes me so sad.

makes me fee like i’ve gotten kicked in the gut. makes me wanna tear things apart and yell and cry. but of course i just bite back the tears. bite back the unhappiness. just deal with it for the joys of others.

oh, and i fucking drank so much shit this week. like, its insane. i fell off the fucking wagon like there is no tomorrow. and i ate everything in site. and ugh.

why?

I miss drinking.

I need to remember sober again.

Why do I care so fucking much about shit?

I wish i had no emotions. I wish i could understand things. I wish I wish I wish.

I don’t remember being this unhappy last year.

But here I am…

So…

The fact that this is my first post in like three weeks says something. It says a lot of something. It says that true to my hopes and wishes and statement of the last post, I have a life again. It’s a different life. But it is a life. I’ve drank once since being back. I’m still losing weight. I have a fack ton of friends. It’s pretty great honestly. Just felt the need to report. Updates on details later.

But basically,

I’m starting to be happy again.

And that is all that matters.

Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow

Tomorrow is the day that I hope my life changes. Tomorrow is the day where I am fairly certain my happiness will start again. Tomorrow. My life begins once again tomorrow.

Because tomorrow I go back to school.

I want this year to be as fun as last, but a million times different. This year I will be sober. This year I will be taken seriously. This year I will make friends with people that last. This year I will have a contact list of guys to call. This year will be more serious. But I will still have fun this year. And be skinny.

But tomorrow marks the new beginning of my life again.

And I wish to never repeat this summer and my feelings and my loneliness again.

Not ever.

I don’t know what to tell people when they ask how my summer went.

I don’t even know how to describe it myself. I don’t know how to explain the emotions and the struggles. I just don’t know. So, I am going to do what I always do. “It was great, I worked a lot though! How was yours?” look - a happy response that no one will ever second guess.

Cause no one has any idea.

This is a story about a guy. Lets call him Matt.

I met him last summer and hung around with him for a little bit because I worked with his friend (who since then got fired) so we all hung out a lot, then when my coworker and super douche virginity taker started living together, we were around each other even more. (me and matt).  The night I found out that super douche was sleeping with some girl that I thought was my friend, matt was there. it was said outloud and i didn’t know so everyone immedietly looked at me waiting for a reaction and I tried as hard as I could (don’t know if it succeeded) to make it look like it didn’t bother me but I was screaming on the inside. Anyway… get a little further into the night of weed and alcohol and super douche already being asleep… there was only like 5 of us left awake. Whenever anyones back was turned matt would randomly run over to me and sneak a kiss. Why? I have no idea. But I let it happen because I was hurt and angry at super douche. Then once everyone was passed out, matt started feeling me up. I was laying on the couch and he was sitting on the floor next to it and fell asleep with his hand around my boob. Then at some point he woke up and got on the couch with me. We made out for a little bit and then his hands went down my pants. To this day… that remains the closest I ever came to climaxing. His fingers didn’t even go in which drove me even crazier. But it was insane and I have yet to find someone as good as him at that. Then afterwards we sat on the deck and we agreed to never tell his best friend (my coworker slash ex coworker now). Then matt left. And this was supposed to be the last time I ever saw him. Which is how I do things. I don’t like to ever fool around with anyone and come across them again. (only 2 exceptions to this).

Next thing I know, I’m comming home from school and matt is working AT MY WORK.

FAST FORWARD TO NOW: This summer I had to work alongside matt. And I still find it awful. He is a very touchy-feely guy. He is so ridiculously touchy feely to EVERYONE… except me. This fact alone remains the only thing that lets me know he still remembers that night. Because he treats me differently, just in that one way. And for me… I still am not very comfortable around him because I don’t know what to do or how to act and I don’t want to make myself look stupid. So I am so shy around him and don’t know what to say and that in itself fucks me over so bad because I end up looking stupid and shy.

I honestly bet that he regrets that night… especially now because i’ve gained so much weight and I look so fat. And that we work together.

The worst part about all of this is that I really like him. He may be short… but he’s still taller than me. He’s funny and charming and witty and so confident. He’s cute and amazing and jokes around and UGH. I hate that I like him I really do. Or… change that to a crush as gay as it sounds. I hate that I have this little fucking crush on him because it’s so stupid. Why do I have a crush on him? Is it because of our past? Which honestly isn’t even a past at all. It’s just I get that fucking feeling. Something I haven’t felt in a long time.

And it’ll never happen. Right now, the only hope I have is to get super skinny and hot. Then when I come back for a month over christmas break MAYBEEEE something can happen. I don’t know. I’d have to become friends with all of them again. Hang out with them. Go out with them. Ya know, all that.

Is it bad that I really really really really just want to experience that whole ordeal again, and ask him what I meant to ask him that night: why the hell did that just happen. And I want to fuck him. I want to fuck the shit outta him because if he’s that good with his hands… then I can only imagine what he can do with his dick.

asdkfjsdlfks.

this is a stupid post.

Okay so last night wasn’t awful.

At 12 he texted me saying he was at nicks, so i went over there.

It was nice. also a throwback, many people that used to be in my life were there. I forgot my british friend saw my tits - which he reminded the entire room of. I forgot he did. once upon a time I was fooling around with this kid and i didn’t realize mark walked in the room. all well. i smoked weed. didnt feel it. WHY THE FUCK CAN’T I GET HIGH. ive only had like 2 good highs in my life and i want a lot more!

I HAVE NO FUCKING HOPE FOR THE FUCKING RACE OF HUMANKIND. GODDAMN.

that concludes my anger, and here starts my saddness.

Fucking friend he is, got my hopes all high cause i was gunna see him and I haven’t since school and i thought that just once i would actually have something to do tonight. so i got all ready. ALL READY. i took a fucking shower. I shaved my fucking legs. i did my fucking hair. i did my fucking makeup. for what? for absolutely fucking nothing. i wasted my evening away for fucking nothing. i got let down again.

a week can’t come soon enough.

not fucking soon enough.

in exactly one week i’ll be at school.

and maybe ill be happy again.

hopefully.

well being hopefull, lets say I will be happy again.

 please.

i just want to curl up in a ball and cry and wash away my sorrows.

but i can’t even do that right.

because the damn tears won’t come.

i’m dry.

why can’t i show emotion

why can’t i feel it

why can’t i feel anything except for this deep immense sadness?

He texted me an hour ago saying he was getting picked up.

Like I said, it was an hour ago.

And at this point its like about an hour and a half.

I thought for sure we were going to hang out when he texted me. And now its almost been an hour and a half. Ugh. god. im sitting here with my makeup done, clothes on just waiting. like. its almost 12. i work tomorrow. like wtf i don’t wanna get let down. i just wanna sleep. or idk

is it worth it?

fack. idk.

just another night alone i guess.