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Sunday, May 10, 2009

Sleep

I want to sleep. I want to lose consciousness of this mundane, yet painful thing most people call; Life. The two parts of me who constantly struggle to find balance feel different things. The logical side tells me I never had anything to begin with, so I am being stupid in thinking I have actually lost something. The other emotional side wants to hold on to the thing I never actually had. That side has hope that i so frequently kill in order to protect myself. I wanted to let it live, just this once. i thought that maybe, maybe I was entitled to a small amount of happiness. But when I was honest, I found that happiness, was never meant to be.  I've begun to worry if I will always be close to happiness, but never actually get any.  I wanted him. Immensely. Now I see the person he is, and I normally pretty tolerant, but with him, there are some things that I can't deal with. I don't know what I want from him now. He told me to sleep on it. I was going to sleep my entire weekend away. I didn't. Because other people need me. Even though he doesn't. Still............I want to sleep.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Pysical Contact

Touch. The thing that enhances our perception. It also makes us slow to respond at times. It's him again. I know, I know. Really him? Yes. What the hell is wrong with me? I have spent the last 6 mothns downplaying everything. Now, when something does happen, I think that it is no big deal, or that it means very little. Perhaps it does? Or not..... or never. I can't read the signs anymore, because I have been so wrong in the past. It hurts to evern open myself up to the possibility  of happiness with him. My counsin always says; ''Let yourself be happy." I really do want to, I just can't.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Identical Moronics

I guess my problem, well problems, could be summed up in one measly little insignificant word; boys. I also could have doe two different posts about my two problem boys, but it's easier and more gratifying to both them into the same category. I don't quite know how to start, or which one to start with. There is my 17-year-old brother, who is being, quite frankly, a moron. Then there is my 18-year-old friend, the one I'm still stuck on, who is being.......well, also a moron. Lovely, two morons for one girl. To begin with the one I'm related to seems wisest, since I am most miffed at him.


Miles ~ My Brother,

I help him get acquainted with my cousins best friend. They hit it off really well. The only get to hang out when he comes to visit me,since his parents (I guess mine too.) don't want him to date. He invites her whenever we go places, and says he can't get her out of his head. Two weeks ago we all went to a movie, which they sat next to each other at. Then we went for a drive, which the also sat next to each other for. All while cuddling. Then as he walked her to her car, and my cousin and I were sneakily watching them though the front window, they kiss. Sound fairytale perfect? Wait..... Then he doesn't call her for two weeks, not even for her birthday, and stands her up for the dance she asked him to, about a month ago. He finally called her tonight. Only because I let him have it. I told him that, he could not treat girls this way. He got mad. Words and hurtful things were spoken and brought up. He hung up on me. Then he called me back to tell me he had called her. He then hung up on me again. Ugh, Then I hear from other friends, that he is trying to save face to get a different girl. He is lying about the whole thing, and claiming that he was forced into that relationship. Wonderful. He is becoming a player, like our father.


Thomas ~ My Friend,

I can't seem to figure this out. I like him, and then I don't, and then I do again. Now, I do. My friend told me that he asked for ideas on how to ask a girl to prom. I know it won't be me. I mean he has known others for a while longer then me. A small part of me still hopes. I don't hope actually,and can hardly remember what it feels like, but I think this might be hope. Even though I know it won't happen. He has taken to looking at me a lot longer then he normally does. I always read too much into his actions. He means little of what he says. He's a flirt, like myself, but lately, it seem more real. or my wanting it to be more real. All our friends know I like him. I don't care anymore how awkward things get. I like to see him squirm. It gives me a little bit of revenge for my effort wasted on him. I came to the sad realization that nothing will happen before the summer starts, and then I won't see him for two months. That will kill me. But maybe I will get over him. Move on. Find someone who likes me back, and isn't the mirror image of everything I already am.


Basically, they are both emensly daft.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Nicest Thing


All I know is that you're so nice
You're the nicest thing I've seen
I wish that we could give it a go
See if we could be something


I wish I was your favourite girl
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world
I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile
I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style
I wish you couldn't figure me out
But you always wanna know what I was about
I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset
I wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met


I wish you had a favourite beauty spot that you loved secretly
'Cause it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see
Basically, I wish that you loved me
I wish that you needed me
I wish that you knew when I said two sugars
Actually, I meant three


I wish that without me your heart would break
I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake
I wish that without me you couldn't eat
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep


All I know
Is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen
I wish that we could see
If we could be something 


~ Kate Nash





Sunday, April 12, 2009

Missed

This is another holiday that I am not with my family. I  hate that I am so happy I'm alone. I used to dread going to church and the grandmothers for dinner afterwards.

Now.........I slightly miss it. Just a little. I wonder if they actually miss my bad attitude as well. My grumbling and complaining. Actually, I know full well they don't miss me. They miss who I used to be. A person who no longer exists. A person who will never again live, only to feel like she is dying every day of her existence. So in a way I am glad to be alone on this day. I guess I must be used to the fights and the hostility. I wish they missed me......

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

1,2,3,4,5...............6

Day's have slowly gone by. Spring break, yeah, not as cool as I originally thought. I mean waking up at 11 every morning, is great. Not having to take the bus to school, is great. No homework, is indeed great. But missing my friends, and not seeing them, has taken it's toll. One, doesn't have a phone, one has a controlling mother, one is in Italy, one has taken the week off to be with her mind twin, and another, mine, has dropped off the face of the planet. Not that I blame him. At all. I have kind of done the same thing. But in his absence, I realize how much I do actually miss him. I also realize how much, that we will never be, or work. I've leaned this from 6 days apart.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Always Him.

It's always about him isn't it? Every time I try to write something profound, it always comes back to him. I think I am okay with that, but I don't know...well I do. I am fine with talking about him, all the time in fact. I know it bugs my cousin, who is my best friend, but she says she likes it, or that it is her job. I can't help but think that's not the case. I listen to her, but she hasn't had any drama for me to listen to lately. I feel as though he makes me forget my life, and forget her sometime. I hate that part, the part about forgetting her. She is my other half. We share a soul. He is me in a different body. We share a mind. So what do I do? I can't forget him. (Trust me, you have no idea how hard I have tried...) And I would never even want to forget her. She is more important to me, but he........................ugh. I can't even think. I miss him. I haven't seen or talked to him since Thursday. I know, I know, what a long time.....sure. Still, things again have me thinking that here may be a chance for an, "Us". Yet, I don't want to get my hopes up as I did last time, only to have them dashed before me and broken. I don't handle rejection. Especially from him. I can't let my heart get hurt again. It's still recovering from the last time. I've made enough moves for him to see I really like him. Now I over think things, and wait. Always wait.