Currently listening to: "Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters" by Elton John.
At the moment, I could really use a cigarette. I don't want one. I don't need one.
But, ultimately, I could really use one.
I'm not all about publishing other people's business. It's not my place. So, I'll try my best to follow my heart here and NOT get anyone else pissed off by saying too much.
I will place "you" or "him" or "he" or "she" or "her" or "it" to the side, and, instead, use the lovely pronoun, "I." Afterall, pronouns are my specialty.
I can't expect to not be helped. I can't expect to not be worried about, especially when I'm not following the best path. I'm following the only way I THINK there is. Why do I think this? Because withering away into nothingness is the way I should live? But there is nothing else for me, is there? That's the most ridiculous way to think, and I need to snap out of it.
I may think I have snapped out of it by doing this or doing that, but I HAVE NOT. They can still see it in my eyes. There is no possible way to place a forcefield around myself without ANYONE noticing.
I am not that good at this. I think I am. But I am not. I am not fine. I can't fake it. I can't be looked in the eyes by all of them and tell them that I am fine and ok and taken care of.
Seriously, who am I kidding?
I ignore pleas. I ignore the hands, thankfully regretting that it's just not me to take them. I will stay here in misery and act as if I am the happiest person alive. Or the happiest person I can be.
This is no way for me to live my life. This seems to be the ongoing theme here. Life really is NOT supposed to be this hard.
I need to stop shoving it all down into the pit of my colon and breathe. Breathe in the air of those who love me. If not, I am sure, that they will all face me at once and I will be in hell. Then I will really have a choice to make.
My mother, Becky, is a little woman. She's blond and everyone finds her pleasant and sweet. She is, usually, until she isn't.
Anyway, my mother loves to say the sayings that get the majority of the population through life. They are predictable and cliche.
Like this one: Don't throw stones when you live in a glass house.
Typical, but it's one that I try to live by and one that I push onto others. If I am to push any message (since we Christians are so well known for doing that), it is this.
There is no time or place for hypocrisy. Don't offer help if you will not accept it when someone offers it to you. Don't love and worry and not expect to be loved and be worried about in return. Life doesn't work that way.
Granted, I may be only "almost" 27, but this I know.
Cut the fucking shit out. It hurts like hell. It hurts me. It hurts everyone that loves you and cares about you.
Don't run from it. Just accept it.
This will make you a hero.
6 years ago