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Alright, let's see if I can still kinda? write. I am crap, and so expect crap.
Sometimes when I am feeling like shit I try and pick myself up by doing childish things, little things, like having an ice cream cone or snuggling with my stuffed animals. And most of the time? That works. But lately it's been getting harder and harder to feel good; about myself, what i'm doing, who i'm talking to, or even my life in general. Depression? Perhaps. But I think it is more than that...I feel...useless. Like I am not doing enough, good enough, or even strong enough.
A million questions run through my head all the time, a million thoughts, a million emotions. And yet I sit here, quiet and attempting to not spend every waking moment panicking or bawling my eyes out. I feel lonely, even when I am not alone. I make other feel lonely and cannot for the life of me fix it.
Perhaps I will not be good enough, I won't know till I get there. I already feel like a failure. At school the books are so boring I fall asleep and so I do not read them, but if I don't then I will suck and not help anyone and feel worse and maybe even be the reason someone gets worse.
That's my worst fear....that someone will kill themselves and deep down...I will know I had the power to stop it. Being a psychologist seems to be terrifying, and honestly I do not know if I can do it. I think I can, I hope I can. But can I? I will not know till I get there.
I am scared. All the time. I tend to write things down and let the feeling flow rather than being able to talk about, because it is easier to control crying that way. My home feels empty, surrounded by people; and I feel as if I am the reason it is so quiet. Maybe if I did more, talked more, something? Then perhaps it would not feel so dead in here all the time.
Now I am just talking about whatever, and that makes me feel foolish. Like who the hell wants to hear the inner dialogue of a crazy chick that they don't even know? I would, but again I am going to make my life's work doing just that. The thing I hear most from people in my classes is that they want to be someone, as if they currently are not "anyone" and they need validation to be "somebody". I don't like this. I mean there is no need to be famous or to discover something just to be "somebody", we're all somebody right now. I am me, and al lI want to do is help people. But the problem is, first I need to be able to help myself.
Sometimes when I am feeling like shit I try and pick myself up by doing childish things, little things, like having an ice cream cone or snuggling with my stuffed animals. And most of the time? That works. But lately it's been getting harder and harder to feel good; about myself, what i'm doing, who i'm talking to, or even my life in general. Depression? Perhaps. But I think it is more than that...I feel...useless. Like I am not doing enough, good enough, or even strong enough.
A million questions run through my head all the time, a million thoughts, a million emotions. And yet I sit here, quiet and attempting to not spend every waking moment panicking or bawling my eyes out. I feel lonely, even when I am not alone. I make other feel lonely and cannot for the life of me fix it.
Perhaps I will not be good enough, I won't know till I get there. I already feel like a failure. At school the books are so boring I fall asleep and so I do not read them, but if I don't then I will suck and not help anyone and feel worse and maybe even be the reason someone gets worse.
That's my worst fear....that someone will kill themselves and deep down...I will know I had the power to stop it. Being a psychologist seems to be terrifying, and honestly I do not know if I can do it. I think I can, I hope I can. But can I? I will not know till I get there.
I am scared. All the time. I tend to write things down and let the feeling flow rather than being able to talk about, because it is easier to control crying that way. My home feels empty, surrounded by people; and I feel as if I am the reason it is so quiet. Maybe if I did more, talked more, something? Then perhaps it would not feel so dead in here all the time.
Now I am just talking about whatever, and that makes me feel foolish. Like who the hell wants to hear the inner dialogue of a crazy chick that they don't even know? I would, but again I am going to make my life's work doing just that. The thing I hear most from people in my classes is that they want to be someone, as if they currently are not "anyone" and they need validation to be "somebody". I don't like this. I mean there is no need to be famous or to discover something just to be "somebody", we're all somebody right now. I am me, and al lI want to do is help people. But the problem is, first I need to be able to help myself.
Since forever
Ok so obviously I haven't been on in like forever, or at least like some of you I hope noticed. Anywho, lots of big things been happening, and they shall not be talked about here. This is my me page, my place to relax and unwind after all. So lets get this started, I cannot promised all caps in their proper places and typing will be fixed hopefully enough to get by.
i have been eating way to much pasta lately, and i think there is not a chance of it stopping the future cause its all my b/f and i can afford right now on government monies. its ok though cause pasta doesn't totally suck, i just think more variety might be in order. who knows hu
Days like this
I hate today. It feels like time is standing still and theres no one to talk to and nothing good is on. It makes me really homesick on days like this. I miss my family, well most of it, but I cant be there anymore. I should be out on my own, doing things that make me happy. Instead i'm stuck in a two bedroom apartment with a guy that I love, but hate at the same time (too close and too much time together kind of thing) and a friend whos not really a GOOD friend yet, but wants me to be. I get the feeling people are ignoring me, and talking about me behind my back. It hurts to think that those that I would call friends don't really care about m
Song:
No one knows:
No one knows what I say to you,
No one knows what I feel is true;
For no one knows what I know to be,
And no one knows what you do to me.
So now I write a story as clear as day,
Open and honest and without delay;
You make me feel emotions so pure,
That I know them to be for certain and for sure.
No one knows that this was a whim,
A change for the better that I let you in;
You know what my heart says and what is for sure,
You know that my heart screams out for more.
So now I write a story as clear as day,
Open and honest and without delay;
You make me feel emotions so pure,
That I know them to be certain and for s
A day in the life.............
I wake up and already a thousand ideas flood my brain, making my head hurt and me want to go back to the sweet release of sleep. I slump back onto my pillow and sigh, "this is going to be another long day....." I say to no one in particular. I smile and sit up, hoping for something interesting to happen. I get out of bed and the parentals are fighting again. I grab a soda and dodge an incoming plastic bowl, they never do throw anything breakable. My sister is either still asleep or playing video games. I walk back into my room and get dressed, noticing that "he" drives away. My mother walks into her room and sighs loudly, she is still very de
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