First in a long time
Now i’ve got a man in my life, first for a long time. My emotions this week have been fucked more than usual, part due to ovulation, but why? If this is what love or an approximation of love does to you, it can go fuck itself. Tits. Ass. Nuts.
Run away Run away,
Run from myself
Don’t wanna be on my own,
But other people piss me off
Or they’ll get pissed at me
No good No good
What to do?
Run, Run, far and away
For how long? When will i want to return?
But i will never escape the jaws of…
Myself.
Best not to Best not to
THINK
Smoke don’t drink
Read, paint, run run run
Interact? Let others know your weakness?
Better not from past experience.
Does that mean I’m closed?
Is that bad?
Later on…
Ok. Darkness has once again fallen over the land and none of which came before matters anymore. Night time has a calming influence. The day is over and restful sleep awaits. Until soon it starts all over again. But this is a good time so I will embrace it and enjoy. I’m sure I’ve said all this before, but i really do love the night. I like the feel of sunshine on my skin though, it has to be said. I put the negativity earlier on down to awaking very late, in fact just 4 hours before my shift at work, it makes me feel like i’ve wasted time and not achieved anything and that puts me on edge for some reason. Anyway night, to whoever.
Goodbye, if I follow this through
I wonder if i’ll lose this babbling somewhere in the process as always seems to happen on this cruddy ‘write a post’ page for some messed up reason. I’m angry. I’m up late and I’m devoid of friends and excitement, that’s what It feels like at this time. I don’t need your advice, I can deal with my emotions. I could say so many things now, feelings of hatred and grievances that feel so real, but later, when I’m in a happier mood, I regret writing, and I know people who read this, so really I’m not going to say anything I really think right now for fear of regretting it. In short I feel rather friendless, pointless and livid and I don’t think i need my friends because they bring more emotional baggage and changing opinions than it’s worth. but I can’t really say that cos my friends might leave me, not that it would make much difference. But also I don’t like doing this because i don’t want people to know my weaknesses and what I’m feeling inside, so i should just shut it. I want to delete this profile as well as facebook, because it brings me more sadness than happiness. PURGE MY LIFE OF THIS VIRTUAL EXISTENCE
Broken sleep in the afternoon caused this
I started writing from the me and inadvertantly deleted it all, in a freak slight of keyboard action. Was it meant to be/ i think it was/ I write when I’m uptight, time passes, i feel better and i regret writing it/ I like to write but i like to write then run away from it and only look back when the time and the feeling is long gone. only then can it be pleasurable. i can never be too sure of what i’m saying, i am often extreme and sweeping if i don’t check myself. I’m bored of my microscopic analytical delving now. Why do blokes and women go for the same ones all the time/ I’m so bored of it. I fancy so and so. Oh what a suprise! I have asked myself, is it pure jealousy, and no i don’t think it is. I guess history repeating itself again and again with the same types is doing my head in and I’m waiting for the record to change and for someone I desire to want me in the way i want them to. I’m beginning to believe I have a mixed up soul that thinks it wants something then rejects it as soon as it arrives. But, no, i can’t remember a single time it has happened so I guess i haven’t had the break.
My current (buns)
Where did my life go?
Where is it going?
I’ve hit a bump in the road but it hasn’t rocked me
I’m just stuck
Inspiration has done a runner on all fronts
People I encounter aren’t admirable or awesome
Places are missing the life, the zing, the adventure they had
I don’t know where I’m heading so there’s no route to follow
Just day after isolated day
Earning money for things I don’t really want
Enough to be comfortable
So the boredom can perpetuate itself
Summer has passed us by in 2007
Forgotten
Beaching it up & warm, bronzed, sweet-smelling skin a missed memory
Why no sun?
I’m still chasing the past
Believing it’s hidden within his shell
But in moments of clarity I see that the feeling has evolved
To be reinvented as something new.
a pain in the brain
My personality sucks. I’m a helpful, eager to please person who carries a lot of guilt when i feel i’ve hurt someone, no matter how minorly, but i’m also quite selfish and self-centred when it comes down to it. These two traits clash and end up makng me feel quite bitter in the end because i do things for people i guess ultimately to be loved and needed, but some of my acquaintances i do things for don’t give that to me so i wonder why i’ve bothered but then if i tell them my problem with that i feel guilty for lumbering them with my personality dysfunction.
Inmates of WordPress
I often have most of my most profound (and not so profound!) thoughts whilst i’m driving or walking or when i’m busy in general and, annoyingly, am unable to record or note them down. Here are a few thoughts that remain ambling and bumping into each other in my vacuous mind which i’m going to spew out before they are lost forever…
(thoughts thought whilst walking through quiet woodland at sunset)
Imagining the path disappearing behind me as i walk, leaving me no way to get back home
Secret fields of green grass hidden away from the hubbub of normal life
Spider webs crisscross the path ahead of me, the sun’s rays revealing their presence making them look like single threads of auburn hair.
Also, we never know what a person is like when they’re on their own because there’s no one to observe. Obvious probably, but not to me.
And my dad’s rubbish and letting arguements fizzle out and chill, unlke the women in our family. What shite we have to put up with!
Well, not many thoughts there, the information made a bolt for it as soon as i put in a request, but I managed to capture and hold hostage a couple of prisoners.
A concern for the 20 something (for some reason)
Why do i feel so empty and missing something,
When i’ve got so much, much to be grateful for?
Still it’s not enough.
Is it ever enough?
Is this it?
As good as it gets?
Is it worth the constant shuffle - in search of
What?
Possession? Love? Belonging?
I look at other people and envy what they’ve got
Wonder why i haven’t
How i’m different, what i do wrong.
They’ve got a relationship i’ve never achieved.
Is it because i don’t want it,
Don’t require it
Don’t need it
Have enough already?
But i want it.
I feel worthless compared to my friends who have it.
Directionless
And pointless.
In theory.
Not all the time. There are other things to measure worth.
I’m good, helpful, passionate, concerned, but that one special person doesn’t see it.
I don’t know who that person is,
Maybe they’re already here and i won’t notice
Until i see the grass isn’t greener.
I wish i could be content with what i’ve got.
I’m happy but i’m always searching for more.
But that might be what keeps me alive.
It’s disheartening and makes me bitterer by the day.
It concerns me more at the beginning of a morning,
Probably because i have a chance to make a change.
Friends have advice, reasoning, explainations,
There isn’t one answer but many,
I don’t know what my answer is.
I take my decisions from the advice of others,
Too much perhaps.
I’m a sponge.
But not a weak push-over sponge.
By the end of the day i no longer care,
I relax, it’s been a write off day, but a good one,
I’ve had fun, i’ve grown tired and dreams welcome me back to bed.
Obligations here, jobs to do there, “drive me home please”,
All day all day every day,
i suppose that’s life
I’m needing something that’s mine though,
To bring pleasure and purpose.
A building, a person, a place,
I’m not sure.
A sign or a path to show me which way,
But no such luck.
So it seems it’s all down to me.
Damn.
How come life appears to happen to others and i have to make life work for me?
People will tell me that’s not true.
But then that means i’m wrong, not right,
Me
A bad egg,
Worse
An unattractive egg,
For pounding purposes only.
Don’t think i think little of myself.
I’ve been told that by older, wiser people all my life
And it makes it worse, perpetuates the feeling,
It’s bollocks.
I like me,
It’s other people that aren’t that amazed.
It could be argued that i shouldn’t need all this acceptance,
Desire from other people,
Blame my programming.
Stop your moaning, woman!
Does all this technology we have these days improve our lives or just make it more problematic? When a computer, TV, car or any appliance fecks up there’s no one to pass the blame to but ourselves and our stupidity to rely on such unreliable, irresponsible, souless pieces of equipment. For instance, i was just pouring my heart out writing a blog, and the page decides it wants to close down, so it’s gone. Now usually this site saves my drafts as i go, but this one time i needed it to, it didn’t. Now i feel hurt, frustrated like it was a waste of time. It might have provided a cathartic purpose, but still, I don’t think it’s very good for my health and mental well being, being mucked about like this, but perhaps i shouldn’t be so sensitive and easily disgruntled. But my sensitivity makes up a lot of my good qualities too. Admittedly, being morning, i’m going to be more irritable than at other times of the day. Life is one long slog to avoid being depressed again.. it seems sometimes. I feel like such a contradiction in myself all the time. On the one hand i’m a caring, peace-loving, conflict-avoiding, open-minded, relaxed person and on the other i am a hysterical, bitter, screaming and kicking whinge bag. But i think i know a lot of people who have felt like they’re a dichotomy. I guess it’s just life that causes these personality splits though, like one minute you’re up, the next you’re down. I just feel like i’m constantly striving to be this good person, and feel guilty when i feel low or even a bit indifferent. And i get bitter when i meet people who do nothing to strive to be a better person. Y’know, people who don’t make an effort with their friends/family, who do nothing to help the world or other people, who don’t put themselves out on a limb – selfish people. And i get bitter because it seems these people who put no effort in get the same, if not more, out of life than i do. The reason i’m in this mood this morning is partly because of my prattish little brother. I got woken up at 11 by him saying my parents are going to be back soon (they’ve been away for a few days, leaving us witht he empty house). ok, quite late to be in bed, but i made the most out the last free night and have to work this evening so i thought i deserved it. so i got up, straight downstairs and began vacuuming the lounge and kitchen. during that time my bro just sat playing snake on his phone rather than help start the pile of washing up (because it wasn’t his mess). Well excuuuuse, me master! i’ve done the washing all week, washed up 3 times , including your stuff, made up and kept the fire alight all week. Why are some people soooo unhelpful and un-conscientious? I’d happily help anyone anytime. I mean a bit of physical activity doesn’t hurt and i’m very generous with my time. But others are so lazy and un self-sacrificing. Why the FECK should i be if i never get any of it back? I know i shouldn’t do things for people just because i expect something back, but it does get bloody disheartening. Of course, my example has the age-old sibling arguement/rivalry thing going on, but it applies to other relationships too. What is it in my personality that makes me so discontented? In fact i think it’s my situation that makes me the way i am. From the small things like still living at home and not being sure if i’ll be any happier living away, to the bigger questions in life, like why are we here and what should i be doing to make the most of my time. I’ve always been a moaner. A boy from my class wrote in my school leaving book to ”Be happy and stop MOANING!” I’ve just got this jealous, comparing streak. But should i eliminate it or just accept it as part of me? I’m at my best when i get an early start, get out and about and get some perspective on life. It’s like everyday i’ve been born again and have to remember to cope with my thoughts and emotions, but with less strength than i had the night before. Enough of this. Time to go out and get some perspective..
