November 21, 2016

I'm Honest Because I Care About Myself

When and how does one effectively grow as a person? How do you know when this growth has even started? In what ways are your growth measured?

Of course these questions can only be answered on an individualized basis. Obviously it requires some internal reflection and honesty with oneself, in regards to one's own shortcomings. What then, is the question we need to ask ourselves to start the reflection journey? Again, that can be determined on an individualized basis, however, I think if you are stuck you can start with this: HOW DO OTHERS PERCEIVE MY ACTIONS?

Good, no? I think this is a good start to self reflection because it gets us thinking about the things we do and makes us examine them a little more closely. First, to us, what we say or do may not seem that offensive, may be joking, or may not even be meant to offend, but we all come from different walks of life so everyone doesn't take things in the same way. Second, most of us do not think about things before we say them. We all know that one person who says everything they think, with no filter. Even if it's true and everyone is thinking, but they don't want to be that guy, that person just lets it all out. *Raises Hand* I'm guilty of doing this. I'll explain why later, but let me tell you why it may not always be the best thing, all of the time.

1) While you may think something needs to be said in that moment, you need to remember "Time & Place".We need to be more mindful of the things we say, when we say them, and to whom we say them. If you have burning commentary, I give you full permission to tune out of whatever is happening at that moment. Why? Because the more you are listening, the stronger the burn will be to blurt out what you want to say. When you tune out, you give yourself time to really think about why you feel the need to say something. You can think about a few things:

  • What do I want to say?
  • What words am I planning to use?
  • What will this comment or question contribute in a constructive or solution driven manner?
  • How will others perceive my statement?
  • Am I really saying what I mean?
This, literally, will take you about two minutes, if you are doing it properly. However, that is plenty of time to determine if your commentary is even worth expending the energy. Most of the time, the things we want to say are just spur of the moment things that just popped into our brain cells. They don't need to be said or expanded upon. So there goes the common statement: "Think before you speak".

2) Some people just CANNOT, under any circumstances, handle honesty. Yes. This is a thing. Some people are so deep in denial, with themselves, that anything you say to them to bring in reality, is a stone to their glass house. Even if you have good intentions, or your commentary is not directed towards them, they will feel attacked. They will end up either not liking you, avoiding you, or feeling threatened by you. Do you know why? It's because there are actually some people in the world who will absolutely adore you for your honesty and willingness to say what's on your mind. The people who can't handle the truth, do not want to surround themselves with it; so, having people who love you and your truth bringing, brings in other truth bringers, and that makes them uncomfortable. However, once again, if you are not careful, you could end up alienating people. Why should you care about those "weaklings", when people will love you regardless, you ask? Good question! Let me tell you: In this society,

IMAGE IS EVERYTHING!!!!!

You may not realize it, but those people do have some power. They can paint you in unfavorable light to other people, who have never even met you before. They can tell their friends and acquaintances that you are mean, you are a bully, you are offensive/insensitive, ignorant, etc. So, people who might have otherwise liked you, will already have their image of you painted. It is actually hard to shift a person's perspective when they are determined to see a certain way, especially if they are trying to be loyal to someone.

When these negative images are painted, you can lose out on so many networking opportunities. So, always observe and get a feel for people before being so open and blunt. I'm not saying lie about who you are or be fake, I'm saying: think before you speak. Also, keep in mind that I'm telling you to be mindful FOR YOU, not for them. In order to succeed in life, it's all about who you know, not what you know or how skilled you are. So don't burn any bridges (unless you really just can't with a certain person, then by all means, set it ablaze. Otherwise, do your best to think of your future).

Now, why do I say whatever is on my mind? Well, for one, I think before I speak and am always ready to debate. However, that is also my downfall, because I end up making myself more upset, which in turn makes me do petty things. So, even though I think, I need to learn to just let some things go, because people who are afraid of the truth are the most frustrating people I have ever met (next to the willingly ignorant). We blunt and honest people just need to work on being blunt to our advantage, rather than to our demise. You people out there trying to save everyone's feelings: STOP IT. You're mainly hurting yourself and you'd be surprised how many people actually appreciate your honesty. Once we normalize honesty, it won't just be something that is "refreshing", it will be something that we come to expect. Until then, just be cool, be you, and keep swimming!

Lost Dreams

It seemed almost instantaneous, however, I've known in the back of my mind that it was over. Everything that I have worked to hard hard for was lost because of one moment of bad judgement. But that's all it really takes, right? One moment of bad judgement, to end up pregnant, to end up in jail, to hurt someone you love... To literally watch your entire future fall away from you and not being able to grab it back. Where do you go from there?

I guess, this would be starting from zero, but that's where we are when we're children. 22 year old adults don't start from zero when they've had a plan for over 15 years and don't know how to not have a plan. I mean, I could hone other talents and work to make those into a career, but that would require actually having other talents to hone. No school will take me now, so I can focus on other things, right? I still have a business that I could work on improving and promoting. I've always wanted to pursue music, but that's clearly a reach. Maybe I could be a writer, but nobody with half a brain is gonna care about what I have to say... So where do I go. Well first, I'll have to mourn the loss of my future and accept that I need to do something else with my life. Then, I need to figure out how to tell my mother and pay her back for the study materials she just purchased for me. Then I need to find a new path. I think the last part is going to be the hardest, because I literally don't have anywhere to go.

March 5, 2016

This Should Be The Final Fight

I'm tired. So very tired. I don't feel needed or wanted or important. So with my last hours, I wanted to say goodbye. Goodbye to everyone that ever made me smile. I really appreciate it, because smiling is hard for me. Thank you to everyone who ever put up with me. I know I'm hard do deal with and talk to. But thank you for trying so hard. Thank you for being my friends and trying to love me. But I don't love myself. I don't love anything anymore. I'm just sad and tired of trying to figure out what is wrong with me. I'm just irreparably broken. I have nothing to offer anyone. Once, I thought I could help people and make them happy. But I can't. And it's come to the point where the people closest to me don't want me around. They hate me. I don't blame them. I hate me to.
So, I'm leaving. Not the state or the city or the country. I'm leaving this life. I'm hoping that my disappearance will make everyone's life happier. Less negative, less sad, less stressful.
I thought I could deal with my stress and anxiety and depression and my eating disorder. But it's too much and no one else understands or cares. So why should I care? Why should I stay? No one will miss me or even notice I'm gone. So I wish you all the best. I hope you all live well and enjoy great prosperity in your lives. I love you guys and I'm sorry.

May 6, 2015

Please Help, If You Can (But You Can't)

As this semester draws to a close and my wonderful adventures abroad become fewer in number, I see that things for me are only becoming increasingly hectic. In all of this, I can only say that I feel completely alone. Sure I have people who say that they care about me and want to listen or help me, but the things I deal with are too heavy for them. If you have been following my posts, then you know my girlfriend, is the light of my life. If you've also been keeping up on my YouTube channel, then you might have realized that my latest song was about her. Well, in the last month the light of my life decided that there was too much pressure to love someone with depression and all of the other fucked up shit wrong with me. I mean who can blame her, but that didn't make it any less devastating. It didn't make it hurt any less. It didn't make me cry any less.

Within a month, I have been broken up with, I have given my blessing for her to move on, tried a new relationship, been broken up with again, and tried the relationship again. At this current state, I am not fully sure how I feel. However, I can say this: I am hurting. I am hurting so badly that I can breathe. My heart is so trampled, I don't even think I can call it a heart any more. I have to scoop up the puddle in hand fulls. I can never offer it to anyone again because there's nothing left to give.

I was told that I was too high-strung and that I was everything about my ex-girlfriend's old self that she wanted to leave behind. I'm not high-strung, I'm obsessive compulsive. Yet I don't think anyone will ever fully understand me. No one gets that I do not want to be this way as much as, if not more than, they don't want me to be this way. I tried to explain this to a mutual friend in a few very long Facebook messages. Needless to say I think his lack of response says he is sick of my shit. I poured the last of what is left of my heart in those messages because that is going to be the last time I ever let anyone get to know me or get close to me. They read as follows:

  • "I am obsessive. Not high strung like [Insert ex's name] says. I'm obsessive compulsive. I've always known this and in recent times I've found myself trying to ' fix ' it so that I will be accepted. I answer messages as soon as I get them, I call until I get an answer, and I panic if I don't get an answer. I have acute anxiety, clinical depression, and an eating disorder. ALL of these things make up who I am. They are part of the reason I do everything I do. I don't always want to do certain things, but honestly most of the time I can't help it. These things all battle with each other. OCD usually wins out, thus the calling and messaging. But then anxiety and depression make up the content of what is say within the calls and messaging. The ed is how I cope afterwards. What I realized today in the library, was that no one actually accepts me for who I am and I can understand why. It's too much to handle. But what's a problem for me is that in order to be accepted, I've been trying force myself to be normal as fast as possible. I'm trying to fix everything at once. I want explicit directions on what to do to fix myself. But I also want to be comfortable with the methods. Trying to do this is only making me worse. I feel like I'm being forced to choose between wanting to be loved and slowly working on fixing myself. But if I choose one, is I will inevitably lose the other. And I freak out and just get worse. So as I was looking at all of the self help books for my various issues, my ed was triggered. That was when I knew I needed to walk away.
  • What I'm saying is, I need for someone to understand that I cannot possibly fix everything wrong with me in the time they want me to. I need someone to not yell at me for things I can't fully control. I need someone to recognize when I have small victories in my healing. I need someone to not take it personal when I take things personal. I know it's alot to ask, but part of my abandonment issues stems from my thinking that I can't be loved because I can't get well fast enough.
  • I really am trying.
    I'm pretty screwed up. I'm not attacking because I want to hurt anyone. I'm just trying to protect myself...
  • So, my saying that I'll stop bothering you two means I'm only gonna focus on one or two of my problems, because I can't get to them all right now. That means you guys can't yell at me about the others. I can't handle being told that I'm not doing enough, when it feels like I'm doing too much. I will actively work on the obsessive calling and messaging and the depression. But that's it. Everything else I'll try to work on if it seems like it's been floating on the surface for too long."








This is me explaining, or trying to, how I am and why it's not so easy to just fix everything wrong with all at once, all in a few weeks. But I got no where. I just feel that if being myself deems me unlovable, because there's too much pressure, then I won't be myself. I don't see it becoming possible for any other person to be able to bear the weight that is me. I want to shut it all off. I want to be numb and not care so much, I know that's not me and never has been. However, from a young age I have always been an actress and so I think I can fake it, if I really commit. I believe it's called "method acting". I can do that. I want love just as much as everyone else and it's not fair for me to be automatically excluded just because it's a little difficult to love me. Because of things I can't control, it's not fair.

I don't want friends and family to feel like they have to watch what they say or walk on eggshells around me for fear of sending me over the edge. What they don't know is I was over a long time ago. A part of me, the last bit of light in me, went out ten years ago. I have just been moving along, becoming increasingly emaciated, increasingly numb... Soon I'll be nothing more than a ghost. What's left is a shell made up of my illnesses. When my ex came into my life she brought with her such light that after having not seeing such a thing in so long, it was like the starving finding bread. I latched on and sucked it away, until she could barely escape with but a little for herself. I am sincerely sorry for that.

I know many of you, if you're still with me, think well this is just life. Life is hard, you have to keep going etc... Well take your life difficulties and multiply by a thousand. That's life with mental illness. Honestly, right now, I am just searching for a reason to continue living. All of the reasons I come up with never seem good enough or worth it. I've deeply hurt the only person that actually attempted to understand and love me. Schooling also is not going well and it's not for my lack of effort. My family's solution to these types of things, is to get rid f you by locking you away somewhere. So I ask myself what's the point? 'Is it really worth continuing to hurt people that love you because they say they'd be even more hurt if you were gone?' I'm not really sure. I do not know what to do except to retreat into myself and become hollow.

Again, I feel alone, despite those around me. I'm trying to let myself be loved, but I don't feel worth it. I feel like I'm making their lives more difficult despite their protests that it'snecessarily not the case. They only want me to 'relax' and the heaven lords know I wish it were that simple. I really do. The only thing I can see myself doing everyday is crying. I haven't self harmed in seven years, but that coping method looks very appealing right now. Though I won't attempt suicide anymore, I still feel it would be better if I just died. Everyone would be better off, even if they won't be happier. Eventually they'd forget about me. I want them to. For now, I will try to be a ball of utter happiness and optimism, though I am already dead inside. I am, after all, an actress.

March 11, 2015

Gone

Gone

At the end, you won’t even know what’s happened.
You won’t know what to tell people.
You won’t understand,
Where it went wrong.
You won’t know anything.
How could you?

You hate emotions.
You hate to feel and you hate it more when I feel.
You never ask what’s wrong with sincerity.
You never listen selflessly.
You never let me cry,
Yet you expect me to accept your tears.

When it’s done, you’ll only speculate the cause.
You’ll blame others, you’ll blame me.
You’d never blame yourself.
You’ll blame the environment farthest away, 
But not the one nearest to home.
Why would you?

You always know you are correct.
You know everything about me,
Yet you still manage to know nothing.
You want only what my success can bring you.
My opinions are obsolete, in light of yours.
When I speak, I am never even a buzz.

After everything, you’d never have a regret.
You’d never see how you pushed,
You’d never understand the weight you placed
You’d never get how deep a scar your venom left.
You’d never realize the depth of pain, directly in front of you.
I don’t expect you to.

You saw only what you wanted
You heard only what benefitted you.
You spoke lies and crushed the hearts around you.
You never discerned blood from water.
You cut and beat.
You made me a tool.

After the dust clears, you’ll still never see it.
How I couldn’t take your pressure.
How I was crying out for you to help me.
How I pleaded for you to listen.
How I begged you to sincerely love me.
Now I don’t want you to

INSIGNIFICANT

INSIGNIFICANT

I could die tonight
And no one would hear a sound
As I lay my head down,
Lightly on my pillow
I could die tonight
And drift away, into the breeze
Thinking nothing,
Knowing no one cared for me

If I give up life,
Where would I go?
Will I find the moon out, waiting for me?
Should I say goodbye
To my earthly being,
What would I leave behind?
Maybe no one or nothing,
But my pain.


The Ballad

The Ballad

Slowly,
Embrace me.
Caress my body.
Come to me,
Inside me.
Fill me completely.
Move me,
With your rhythm.
Move with me.

Make my body drench with sweat.
Make me hear my voice,
Louder than I've ever heard it before.
Faster.
Harder.
More tempo,
To make me shake with pleasure.
Climax with me!
Release with me.

Ease out,
Of me.
When you go,
Linger a little.
But,
Ultimately you must go.
Leave me wanting more.
When I hunger for you,
I will call.

All She Wanted

All She Wanted

All she wanted from you,
Was to be loved unconditionally.
To be accepted for all that she was,
And was not.
She wanted sincere words…
Warm embraces.
Simple things like smiles
And dollar chocolate bars.
She only asked for nights in,
And occasional days out.

All she wanted from you,
Was for you to tell her
It was okay.
Even when she wouldn’t
Believe you,
When you had to say it
A million times,
When she cried
For no reason.
She only wanted you to understand.


All she wanted from you,
Was to take her hand,
Make her laugh,
Even if it was only on the inside.
She only wanted you to see
That she loved you,
When she said things she didn’t mean,
When she was angry,
When she didn’t fully get you.
She wanted you to see her trying.

All she wanted from you,
Was to be respected,
To see her heart bleeding for you,
To see her movements working for you,
To see her loving you,
The only way she knew how.
She only wanted you to need her,
To want her.
She wanted you to see her.

All she wanted was you.