My plea to God

Dear God,

I need your help. I apologize for reaching out in a time of despair..  I need help. I need to know what I can do to be a better human; to be more spiritful rather than spiritless.  I need a lot of guidance. Please, I need a body, mind, spirit connection.  I can't live this way any longer.  As I'm trying to make my way back to recovery, I'm trying to find/create a reality that touches and feeds my soul.  I need a job in a warm climate where I am using my gifts that you have  bestowed upon me. Please help me find these gifts, or rather please allow these gifts to come out in full force. I need a life and job that I can enjoy.  A place by the beach would be nice where I can help with healing of others.  Please help make this reality.  In return, I will be grateful and appreciative everyday.  I know I should be like this at present moment, but I'm not..which is why I need your help.

What I'd like in a job:
Near beach
With mother nature
Bike paths
Friendly, healing atmosphere
Someplace where I can use my gifts that connects me to my soul and touches others.
Simple
Healing
Someplace where I can experience gratitude.
Environmentally conscious

Thank you.

Cornfields

Today I went for a long, evening run.  As I was running, I passed a cornfield to my right.  I wanted to go in it, but the thought that I was going to get arrested for doing so popped into my head.  And then I decided to fuck it. There aren't many places I can go around here in my hometown to just collect my thoughts.  To hide and be alone.  There is nowhere to breathe.  Sure I can drive someplace, but where to? There is nothing here in white suburbia to drive to.  And in either case, the car I have been using is currently out of commission. Even if it were in commission, I'd still have to deal with gas and affording it all. It's sad, but true. Money/lack thereof has taken over my life.

 Last week while babysitting I made $342 dollars. I couldn't help but cringe at the fact that for a week of hard work, doing a job I'm not really enjoying, I made the same as I would have working one night at a dive bar back in Boston.  I miss the bar.  But then I had to catch myself as I fantasized about how wonderful the bar scene was.  Although it was fun and games at first, in the end...being groped, having to clean up puke and having to clean diarrhea that clogged toilets was not all that beautiful.  

 So..back to the cornfield.  I wanted to get lost...and never return.  I wanted some evil entity to come attack me as  I separated and passed through each stalk of corn.   But there was nothing.  I realized that corn fields aren't even all that scary.   Although there are many movies where cornfields portray death and evilness, this cornfield wasn't providing me with much of that.  There was nothing to fear.
 I guess I really don't need an evil entity in a cornfield to attack me because I'm my own evil entity...attacking myself, I am my own thing to fear.

So, as I was making my way through the field, I decided to sit amongst the corn.  I wanted to sit in silence; however, my mind had other ideas.  Suicide notes started to pop in my head.  I want to end this. I want to end this life.  The pain is too much to bear. The suffocation is too much to take in. The disappointments.   I have nothing, I have no one. I am disconnected. I just want my body to lay to rest because it feels as though my soul has already done so.  I just want my body to be connected to my dead, lifeless soul.

Unfortunately I have commitments to attend to tomorrow and saturday, so this all must wait.  Maybe something in the meantime will present itself.  Afterall, I am in desperate mode.  When one reaches desperate mode, they tend to give everything up...even their ego gives up. One thing that comes about when in this mode is prayer and begging for help from a higher being, if there is such thing.  When you get into this mode....there is no question as to if there is such a thing...because you force yourself to believe there is such a thing...you become so desperate to latch and cling on to something.  I have nothing to cling onto now except for hope that there is a higher power...that this storm will end.  It has to end.  I need to cling onto something that can take me out of this madness I created.  Something that will save me.  Because I need plenty of saving.  No human can save me...I can't save me.  Please God...if you are out there...save me...save me from myself and all evil.  

  

Chicago.

I miss city living, especially in Chicago. This could be due to the fact that I'm fantasizing what it was like living in the city;  but I felt as though there always was an opportunity to help brighten someone's day around the corner.  There was the opportunity to assist the elderly with opening doors, assist the blind man crossing the street, people to hold open doors for...people that would hold open doors for me.

 I miss the compliments the homeless men would yell out as I would smile at them and acknowledged them, while so many people hurried by them blinded by their existence.  "Beautiful smile.  Keep smiling. God bless you."  Whenever I was having a bad day, it would easily be turned around when with the homeless. Whenever I had anything in my pocket like a piece of candy, I would give it.  I tried to refrain from giving change as I didn't want to enable possible bad behaviors.
It was something about walking among the homeless that gave me a sense of purpose.  I felt connected to them, I understood them. I didn't judge them.

I remember one time when I was riding my bike. Thinking I was a BMXer...I tried to get up on the sidewalk and my tire hit the curb I fell to the ground.  Numerous people kept walking by..some nearly over me.  And who do you think came to aid me? You guessed it..a homeless man.  He helped me up, helped me with my bike and sat next to me, gave me some purell he had in his pocket and a the few clean tissues he had and gently placed them on my hand.
The next day when I went to work, I told one of the doctors what happened and his response appalled me.  "Be careful around homeless people" was what she said.  It just bothers me the stigma that is out there.  Amongst homeless, amongst mentally ill etc.  For me, I think I have more fear being around doctors and privileged people than I do homeless.
After work, I stopped by the store and picked up napkins, some protein bars and Gatorade and brought it to my man.

After thanksgiving that same year, after I had quit my job working with 16 orthopedic surgeons, (some of them which many should fear)  I made ten plates of food and put Christmas cards in each one and wrote you are loved.  I then went among the streets of Chicago and looked for homeless people to hand them out to.  Although at first I was a bit disappointed because I couldn't find anybody, I reminded myself that this was a good thing. That this meant the homeless people were out of the cold and in warm places.  However, as I continued walking, I did find a few homeless people to give the food to. Some of the best conversations I had were with the homeless people.  Talk about enlightened.  Talk about happy.  Some of the most happy people I've met have been homeless.

Another thing I miss about city life is the idea of constantly reinventing myself.  There is a sense of freedom when living in a city compared to where I am living in now, which is in white, privileged suburbia.  I miss the diversity. I miss the different events I could be a part of.  I miss the freedom.  I miss my friends.  I miss the person I was living there...I miss me.

Chained

It's been quite a while since I last wrote in this blog.  A month has gone by.  About 2.5 weeks ago, I completed my intense therapy program.  The last day was quite emotional, as I guess it is no surprised considering the fact that my life for 3.5 months consisted of going to this program.
The final session I had prior to my departure was art therapy.  Unfortunately, I don't have a picture of my artwork as I threw it out. it's been awhile since I've thrown away art pieces I've done, but for some reason, I just didn't like what I made.
What I created was a cherry blossom tree.  I had the branches go in all different directions, as that is what branches do.  As we all know, branches do not form a straight and narrow line; they go with whatever direction they choose.  They take whatever path it wants.
The remaining 15 minutes of therapy was spent on a stone ceremony.  A stone ceremony is where on the last day of the program, the patient picks out a stone and the stone gets passed around to everybody in the room who then briefly make a comment/statement.
So the stone I chose was LOVE.  (I actually picked it out the day before b/c I wasn't sure what stone to chose and it took forever for me to make up my mind.)
So Love it is.

I chose this mainly for the reason to find love...within myself.  I can't possibly know what love is until I love myself.
For the ceremony, 5 of the therapists I had throughout the program stopped by to wish me well; each of them leaving me with words of encouragement and of course words of love.  They told me how great of a person I am, how strong of a person I am, and that I was a pleasure to work with and that one day they hope I see it and that I deserve love and I deserve to love myself.

To me great people, strong people do great things.  Great people don't wallow in self despair.  Great people don't feel chained. Great people don't hate...especially themselves.
So although at one point I felt as though I was progressing through this so called life. I find that now I have taken a few steps, if not leaps backwards.  The meds are obviously not working. But I can't fully blame the meds- it's me that is not working.  It is me that is holding me back...yet again.  It's me that has made me so toxic.  

 I read this off of the facebook the other day:

" Should you help someone who is reaching out and deeply-hurting? Absolutely. Do what you can to help people but have the wisdom to accept your limits. You can only do so much. You should never have a relationship based on guilt over someone's poor choices. It is so easy to find ourselves in denial about someone's behavior because we so deeply wish they could escape their pain and suffering. But what we want for others doesn't work unless they want it for themselves. People must save themselves, and you can only help a person who really wants it and is ready. You have permission to walk away from anything that doesn't feel right. Trust your instincts and listen to your inner-voice — it's trying to protect you. Never stop sharing your love with people; that's why you were put on Earth. But sometimes the way to share your love is to let someone go. Staying in an unhealthy relationship can keep a person from finding their own way and moving to the next level of their own path — and that person could even be you. Sometimes the best way to save someone is to walk-away. Real love sometimes means saying goodbye.

Your life was meant for more than being a life-long doormat for deadbeats, losers, gossipers, nay-sayers, dream-crushers, energy vampires, users, abusers, ragers and passive-aggressive backstabbers. Some of these people are rabidly-infected with obvious madness. Some have less obvious ways, such as the "helpful" enabler, who sends you off to your destruction with a helping hand and a smile. Some are "doubt-whispers," who plant the seeds of non-belief in your heart to take root, so they can then console you in your inevitable moment of defeat. There are also perpetual victims who feed on your constant attention. Call them what you want, you know exactly who I am talking about. One thing always reveals their sometimes hidden identity — after you have been around them, how do you feel; have you been depleted and drained or energized and inspired?

A person at peace can immediately recognize a consciousness in crisis, whereas those in crisis cannot fully understand themselves or others. This is the eternal challenge with ignorance — ignorance can't see itself. People often turn away from good advice because they need something another person can never give them — discovery. As much as we would like to help others avoid pain, sometimes we have to let go         and allow them to receive their painful lessons. Suffering is one of life's great teachers. You cannot save people from themselves. All you can do is stand firmly in your hopes for them, with compassion.

I know you want to be a good person and be helpful to people in need, but it's impossible to give to others if you have been used-up. Being a good person has nothing to do with allowing people to destroy you. There are limits. You can best help others from a position of strength, not weakness. So, don't forget to be good to yourself first. Don't forget to take care of you! It is never cruel to want to save yourself from being swamped by fools. You cannot save everyone. Some people are going to destroy themselves no matter how much you try to help them. Their lives are full of emptiness, chaos and dysfunction, and they will bring their misery and pain into your life with full-force if you allow it. Then there are others who have the outward appearance of success and are seemingly not self-destructive in nature. These people do not destroy themselves, but instead survive through the destruction of others — these are the users. Either of these types of people will latch-on to you in a death-spiral and take you down to the depths of hell with them. This is your life and you have the right and responsibility to make good decisions for yourself.

You must firmly, absolutely and ruthlessly protect your safety and sanity. Misery loves good company, so if you are surrounded with drama, gossip and fools you may want to consider that you are presently at risk of becoming one of them. The real zombie-apocalypse is the pandemic of drama and mediocrity. Troublemakers will infect you with the malady of their madness. And especially, if your positivity immune system is low, any exposure to a person afflicted with negativity can poison your life. You have to get these people out of your life once and for all. One of the fastest ways you can profoundly change your life is to rid yourself of toxic people. When you do come in contact with one of these people run for your life. Get to safety. Meditatively and spiritually decontaminate yourself. Scrub down your brain with a wire-brush and remove their insanity from the corridors of your mind. Inoculate yourself immediately by creating a safe space and aligning yourself with healthy people. If you have to go it alone for a while until you find your healthy tribe and chosen family, that is fine. Being alone is much better than being around negative people out of loneliness or desperation.

Boundaries and risk management are very important parts of living a healthy and positive life. Even professionals like therapists, psychologists and social workers limit their exposure to their clients and draw boundaries. What makes you think you can handle unlimited exposure to toxic people and survive? You can still be a charitable person who helps and cares about people, without helping those very people destroy your life. Learn how to draw a line and learn how to enforce it. Get selfish and take care of you. Cleanliness and order is good Feng Shui which applies to people even more than to the things in your life. You must clear out what you don't want, to make room for what you do want to arrive. The way to send a clear message that you are ready for better people in your life is the kick the rascals to the curb. We strive our whole lives to love people unconditionally, but sometimes we need to get rid of people unconditionally. The intimate space of your personal life should be reserved for amazing, beautiful, radiant souls — good, wholesome and loving people. Your truest family is your chosen family, people with whom you most identify. Make a clear decision on the type of people you want in your life and if they don't make the cut, then create some distance. It doesn't matter if it is a close relative, parent or child-hood friend; no matter the history — when people are toxic, disruptive and dysfunctional with no reasonable signs of recovery, then they need to go. Sometimes, to escape a bad relationship and reclaim our lives, we have to break a piece of our heart off, like a wolf chews its leg off to escape a steel trap. Love toxic people from a distance.

Now could be the time to walk away; hell, you may even need to run. Haven't you been listening to your inner-voice? Be honest, your gut has been screaming but you have been ignoring it. How much more of your life are you going to throw-away for a lie? Accept it. Some people never change. Some people have abusive, negative, controlling tendencies in their blood; they are wired for havoc, bickering and deception. They know of no other way to interface with others except through their created chaos. Chaos is their home-court advantage where they play their mind-games so they can have power over you; it's a rigged game you can never win. They will wear you ragged and bring you to your knees emotionally and physically. In time they will destroy every wonderful thing you have in your life. You are in danger: your health, your peace of mind, your happiness and maybe even your life. There is more than one way to lose your life; quickly through violence, or fettered-away and wasted around dreadful, toxic people. You must take control of your life and make good decisions for yourself. The insanity must end, for your sake and for theirs.

Sometimes a person needs us to abandon them, but we hang-on anyway, which can be devastating for both parties. Helping others can sometimes even be a convenient distraction from addressing our own unresolved issues. When someone you know is so toxic and destructive that they are poisoning your life, you have to create some distance. They need you to walk away as much as you need it. People who are out of control desperately need to observe your healthy boundaries in-play to learn from your example. You best teach others about healthy boundaries by enforcing yours on them. There is a difference between giving-up and strategic disengagement. Know the difference. Learn how to let people go. Stop holding-on to the wrong people. Let them go on their own way; if not for you, then for them.

You can help others once you are safe, secure and successful in your own life. Practically every successful person you know of is successful, in part, because they moved the destructive and disruptive people out of their lives. Successful people carefully manage their energy and associations; they are gatekeepers. Who you allow into your life, mind and heart are among the most important decisions you will ever make. Take inventory of the people with whom you spend the most time. Who you spend your time with is who you are, or who you will soon become. Limit your exposure to unhealthy and unsupportive people. Love yourself enough to say no to people who diminish your chances for a beautiful and empowered life. Sometimes you have to get away from what you know to discover what you don't know. It is time for the abuse, control, lies and negativity to end. Align yourself with a new tribe of healthy people who are supportive of your highest good and potential. Find the people who are living the positive lifestyle you wish for yourself and who share your values, and create a new family of friends that you can call, "home." Your new positive and supportive tribe will edify you, strengthen you and empower you to serve others in ways you would have never before imagined. Taking care of yourself is the most powerful way to begin to take care of others. It is not too late for you. It is never too late to begin loving yourself again. It is never too late to have the life you deserve. Healing for everyone begins with self-love — starting right now"

The things is...how do you walk away from yourself when you are the toxic one in your life.  I've become so toxic that I don't want to reach out to anyone, I don't want to get close to anyone because I'm aware of how toxic I am.  

 

Incompetent fool

Yesterday was filled with a lot of irony. I guess that's no surprise considering the fact that it was a full moon and Friday the 13th. What made the day so ironic was the fact that I revisited my high school to participate in the relay for life.  The whole idea of ever stepping foot back into my high school is absurd.  However, here I was, walking the halls I had walked down numerous times so many years ago.  I saw the mirrors that I use to avoid, and although my first reaction was to avoid them, I tried to show compassion to myself and tell myself it's okay to look.  "You're not going to break it. Don't fear the image in the mirror." I told myself.

 The feeling of being around so many high school students was a common feeling...it's the "I'm so out of place" feeling.  I say  it is common b/c even while in high school, I felt so out of place and that feeling continues to linger on.  Being within these walls was just really strange.  I forgot what the school looked like inside, the only thing I can say from all of it was that it appeared so much smaller than how I remembered it.

I was reminded of my very first day of freshman year.  During homeroom, I got really sick.  I went to the bathroom and started to feel  intense stomach pain, queasy/nauseous and started shaking and crying uncontrollably.  Although I didn't know what it was at the time, looking back,  I was having severe panic attack.  I had gone to the nurse who thought I may have a stomach bug since I had the extreme stomach pain and she sent me home.  I can't help but think if only I was treated for my panic attacks back then...it would have saved me a lot of trouble...especially in college.  College was where I experienced it the worst, especially while giving presentations in front of the class. There were numerous times I ran out of the classroom while giving the presentation, or after due to the intense feelings I was experiencing.  It wasn't fun at all.

Okay, I'm going off topic.

So another thing I found ironic was the fact that here I was among people who either were fighting for their lives or had a loved one that was, or one that passed away from cancer.

I couldn't help but feel out of place and ashamed of myself.

You see, while these people are fighting for their lives, I'm fighting for the complete opposite.  I would do anything to give up my 'right' to live so that someone else can live.  And it just sucks that life doesn't work out that way.  It sucks how while people are fighting to live and have so much appreciation for life, I continue to contemplate suicide and continue to not have the ability to appreciate anything.


I'm not going to lie. Today has been quite a numb day.

I went to go weed whacking where my father works.  Mind you, I've never done weed whacking before.  Sure I worked for a landscaping company one summer, but that included spreading mulch, planting,  and weeding by hand.  My father briefly demonstrated how to use the machine with a quick demonstration as he usually does when teaching things.  Although the whole concept of weed whacking isn't hard, I wasn't told about the wire strings.

So..off I went to his work to begin the job.  When I arrived I saw the owner's wife on the lawn mower and  saw the weed whacker near the barn.  Although she saw me, she kept on mowing the lawn, so I figured I'd turned it on and start weed whacking the pathway. I really had no idea where they wanted me to weed whack so I kind of did it everywhere.  I must have been weed whacking for a good forty five minutes before I noticed that the weed whacker did not seem to be whacking any weeds. So, I turned it off and didn't see any wire string left. I started to panic.  "Oh no I broke it. You idiot. You can't do anything right." said the voice inside my head... "You're so stupid."    Feeling embarrassed and ashamed, I went over to the house to see if the owner was home to help me. He came out and I apologized profusely about the wire string. In which of course he was like "no problem, it happens" as he worked his magic to fix it.

So off I went to continue doing the work.  But the voice got louder and more abusive as the day went on..  "You don't have any clue what you are doing. Look at all the time you wasted.  It doesn't even look like you touched anything.  You're going to embarrass dad.  You have to go back and redo everything. It's not good enough. You're not good enough. Why are you even here?. Why are you living?  You have no confidence.  How are you going to get by in this life without confidence? You can't even do a weed whacking job. How are you going to hold down any job? You are such a slow learner.  Nobody has the patience to teach you things. Nobody has the compassion to teach you. Nobody has the time and energy to help your confidence.  Somebody else could be doing this job so much better than you.  They are wasting their money on you. You're so slow. You're doing this all wrong. You're pathetic. You're lost and you will never be found. You'll never be loved."

This is a glimpse of what went on inside my head today. Over and over and over again. Although I tried to stop the thoughts, they came back more and more powerful.

 It's hurts.  It hurts knowing I don't have an ounce of confidence. It hurts knowing that I can't live life.  That I can't accept the fact that I'm doing the best I can and that's good enough; and if someone has a problem with it..that's their problem not mine. It hurts that I want to so desperately please others. It hurts knowing that I don't think I'm good enough and that I think others think the same.  It hurts to feel like I'm so incompetent. Sometimes..it just hurts to feel.

It hurts to think about the times I was drunk and filled with confidence. It hurts that the moment I got home, I poured myself two shots.  I haven't drank in months.

Thank you for reading.

True Ugliness

So, today I realized why I have such hatred for myself.


I feel as though I'm plagued with jealousy and envy; and I just hate it. I don't like this being a part of me whatsoever.  It's an ugly characteristic and I feel as though I've possessed this for a majority of my life.  I can understand why it is called a deadly sin because having this characteristic makes me hate myself to a point where I want to harm myself...to a point where I want to die.

 Although I dare not to wish misfortune onto others, I find it hard to admire, appreciate, and congratulate the hard work others have put in to get to where they are today.  I guess because I'm not there and have nothing to my name; I just wish I could be like them. I wish it could be me.  Or maybe I just wish I could be them...And the fact I am who I am, just pains me.

 My one friend in particular stared in Riverdance and is now an art teacher. She's such a beautiful person inside and out and it just kills me that I am jealous towards her.  It also  hurts to know I will never have what she has or accomplish what she has.  And it's not just this friend that I'm envious and jealous of, it's copious amounts of people. It hurts to know that I will never have what many people have.  And this jealousy/envy paralyzes me.  It hardens me and decays my heart. It tears apart and then shrinks my spirit...it shrinks my soul. 

I found the following while looking up quotes about jealousy and envy.


"Envy was one of the most potent causes of unhappiness - Bertrand Russell (1872-1970- British philosopher, logician, mathematician, historian, social critic, and political activist).

"The jealous are possessed by a mad devil and a dull spirit at the same time." Johann Caspar Lavater (1741-1801- a Swiss poet and physiognomist- a person supposedly able to judge character).

 "A competent and self confident person is incapable of jealousy.  Jealousy is invariably a symptom of neurotic insecurity" ~ Robert Heinlein (1907-1988- Science Fiction writer).

It's true. I feel possessed.   I feel decayed inside.  I feel like an awful, awful person. I feel evil.

I think the following quote sums up what I am experiencing when it comes to jealousy very well:

"Jealousy is simply and clearly the fear that you do not have value.  Jealousy scans for evidence to prove the point - that others will be preferred and rewarded more than you.  There is only one alternative - self-value.  If you cannot love yourself, you will not believe that you are loved.  You will always think it's a mistake or luck.  Take your eyes off others and turn the scanner within.  Find the seeds of your jealousy, clear the old voices and experiences.  Put all the energy into building your personal and emotional security.  Then you will be the one others envy, and you can remember the pain and reach out to them. "
~Jennifer James (1977- English actress)

I'm tired of being this hideous, ugly person I am. I need to end all of this.  I need to end it now. I need to somehow find the light. 

Thank you for reading. 

Ranting and Raving

I'm just going to warn you that this blog goes off on a bit of a tangent..hence why I call it ranting and raving.   It's just basically been my experience and thoughts of the day...so bear with it.  Hopefully by the end..it will all come together and make some sort of sense.

Today in therapy was rough. I'm finding a lot of the other women to be annoying.  But, maybe that's just my problem.  Well..of course it is.  I allow them to annoy me.  I allow lots of people to annoy me.  Which is why it would probably be best for me to go live up on a mountain alone.  But even doing that..I'd annoy myself.  I just can't win.

We had this community meeting today where we all gathered around to discuss the emotional eating program.  I honestly think I'm in the wrong track.  But again, maybe this is my perception of everything.  Is there anywhere I fit in? I guess I understand why I've jumped from job to job, state to state, guy to guy...because I never feel I belong. I never really feel deeply connected.    I just feel like I'm off... Like I don't belong on this planet.  I don't know how to belong.  I think I'm just an awkward individual.

Today, these women were all just complaining about the food that has been offered.  I rarely hear these women say one positive thing...not just about the food..but anything.  This one woman in particular is just so mean. She's constantly talking about how stupid the therapists are.  Ugh..it's just pure annoyance.  In any case..my blood started boiling with all of the complaints about the food...from the bananas being too cold...to another woman complaining about picking up other people's eating habits.   I blurted out that "sounds as though we would never survive in Africa." It probably wasn't the best thing to say since the therapist looked at me in shock.  I was grateful for the dietician because she then looked at me and told me that she understood what I meant.   Then of course..the room went silent for a few seconds and you think I would have just shut up then...but no.  I went off again how "sick I am of these stupid first world problems." I guess you can say I was having my two year old tantrum. 


My saying of this was not to really attack these ladies at all, it's the problem I am having that I'm projecting out...It's what I do best.  I really haven't been feeling well these past couple of days..well to be honest the past few weeks. The feelings of being stuck in quicksand are just really starting to get to me.

 I'm so sick of the way the world is.  I'm so sick of how I allow what goes on in society to affect who I am as a person..to affect my thoughts of myself.  I just feel as though I can't keep up with society...fuck the Kardashians.  I can't keep up with expectations people have...that I have.  I just can't understand why I can't appreciate what I have and know that where I am at is good enough.  And that people can accept me for where I am.  But being in this society..it's always more, more MORE..perfection, perfection, perfection.  I don't know..I feel like I've given up.  I feel like I don't have purpose.  I feel like I'm stuck on a planet I don't belong in.  I feel lonely..I feel miserable.  I can't relate to anyone in this part of town.  I think it's one thing to be poor and live around other poor people..but when you are the poor person in a wealthy town it fucking sucks! 16 year olds driving cars around...okay sorry 17... that their parents bought them.  It kills me. It kills me the fact that I bought my own car with all the money I saved since I was 5 years old (my first communion) and a few weeks after getting it my father backed up into it.  It sucks that a few months later...the engine blew out.  It just fucking sucks...I don't get the purpose of working hard. I really don't.  Maybe I've just given up so easily...but I don't know what to work for anymore.   I just don't think I can hold on much longer.

Today, I went to the hairdresser for the first time in over a year. I've been cutting my own hair within the year.   And she was like.."wow do you do a lot of dying or bleaching with your hair" and I was like no.  I haven't done anything to my hair in years. She was just like "wow..it's really dead."  I told her I was cutting it myself..but she was like.."no that shouldn't do it." Then after she cut it she told me that "I shouldn't wash my hair everyday..b/c I have redness and dandruff."  The thing is...I don't wash it everyday...sometimes I'll go 3 days without washing it.  So it just stunk..here I am just trying to feel good about myself getting a haircut and being shot down.  Then...I went into my car and it wouldn't start! Grrrr...I'm just fed fucking up! Luckily it started about 10 mins later. 

When I got home, I decided to go for a run. I needed to clear my head.  So off I ran.  There is a barn down the road from where I live and I have been wanting to go in and ask if I can pet the horses and if they needed barn help.  So..I went down this long driveway and saw a man cutting grass.  I went up to him asking if he lived there, which he replied yes.  I then asked if he'd "mind if I pet the horses." He glared at me and said "yes, I do mind."  I was kindof taken aback..so to make sure I heard him properly, I said "sorry, did you say you do mind." Which his rude response was "yes..that's what I said. I mind"  So feeling shot down, I turned around and started running back home.

I just don't get it.  What the fuck is wrong with people? Are there any nice people left on this planet???  Okay..I know I'm having distorted thoughts right now.  I just couldn't help but think..well maybe if I were prettier and drop dead gorgeous, I'd be allowed to pet them. I'd probably be allowed to do anything if I were gorgeous.

  In any case, today has motivated me to plan my next adventure..my escape from this town, this state...yet again.  I think I just came up with a purpose.  I understand that this may not be a brilliant idea, but have I really ever had any brilliant ideas????? Ummm...let me answer that.....ummmm... NOOOOOO.  I know escaping is not the best answer..but hey not all escapes are bad.  Remember Jaycee Dugard and Elizabeth Smart? They escaped.  I know..it's totally unrelated to what I'm talking about..but at least it will give me a sense of purpose to plan my escape into a different world..or at least another land of misfit toys...just anywhere.  I just want to feel human God damnit.


Okay...I think I feel better now.

Thanks for reading!!