True Story: Years ago a boy I was so in love with had done me wrong (not the first time). And the next day, I planned to go out and party with the sole intention of getting over him and my broken heart. My thoughts that entire night was on him. However, I got a call saying a family member of mine had been shot. A family member who always wanted to spend time with me. But I had no time because I was so infatuated with this boy. I can't begin to imagine the pain he was going through that night while I was worried about bullshit. I learned from that night, that while you chase people that don't or shouldn't matter, those that do could be dying.
- Everyday we lose time. Make sure you spend your time with those that deserve it so you never have to look back with regrets.
Saturday, October 4, 2014
Thursday, October 2, 2014
No Hello, Petty Me
" I hate that bitch!"
" Oh grow up, stop being petty and just say hi," My dad growled pushing me into the apartment.
" Hey you two!" he spoke to my father and I. I loved him. I wanted him happy. But what about my happiness? I wasn't happy. Was it at the cost of his? I hugged him as his eyes glanced over to his wife begging me to speak first. I hated being phony. I hated that he expected me to be phony. Doesn't he value my honest feelings over keeping the peace with fabricated feelings and hellos? I would never deny his feelings, Id embrace them, confront them, and make things right the best I could. " If you cared about his happiness, you'd just shut up and be polite," I thought to my myself. " But he if cared about my happiness he wouldn't ask me to suppress my negative thoughts and feelings that were bottling up. Care about his happiness? How could he be happy when I am not?
"Hello," I mumbled.
" Oh grow up, stop being petty and just say hi," My dad growled pushing me into the apartment.
" Hey you two!" he spoke to my father and I. I loved him. I wanted him happy. But what about my happiness? I wasn't happy. Was it at the cost of his? I hugged him as his eyes glanced over to his wife begging me to speak first. I hated being phony. I hated that he expected me to be phony. Doesn't he value my honest feelings over keeping the peace with fabricated feelings and hellos? I would never deny his feelings, Id embrace them, confront them, and make things right the best I could. " If you cared about his happiness, you'd just shut up and be polite," I thought to my myself. " But he if cared about my happiness he wouldn't ask me to suppress my negative thoughts and feelings that were bottling up. Care about his happiness? How could he be happy when I am not?
"Hello," I mumbled.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
sluggish
At work sluggish because the pills; Klonopin and Ativan that decided not to work last night have suddenly both kicked in. This is the wrong time to be tired.I am a walking zombie at work, I don't know what was asked of me so I cant get my tasks done. I lack the energy to confirm my tasks or probably even be able to do them. I am high. But I like it. Nothing bothers me, because I am not totally present right now. I could get written up today and I wouldn't have a panic attack. I might just smile. No seriously. I am really high right now. hahaha
Pills & sleep
1:00
Klonopin
2:00
Take another
3:00
Let's try the Ativan
5:00
I still can't sleep.
Depression sucks.
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