“and skull, and spine ribcage cuts a clear outline oh, oh all roped up and pinching in distorted and disfiguring oh, oh my silent undoing my silent undoing my wasp in a jar no photographs around the back emaciated, iron flat oh, oh dehydrated cutting bones today i’m over 7 stone oh, oh my wasp in a jar my wasp in a jar my wasp in a jar twinkle little star my wasp in a jar.”
<3 queen adreena
Sometimes I wonder what I’ll be doing, who I’ll be with, and who I’ll be in a few years. I wonder if I’ll still be here or if I’ll be gone by then. I like to think I have a future. I like to think that things will get better and I’ll be happy. I just like to think way too much. Anyways, when I think about my future it’s never a thought of absolute sureness. I used to think my future was set from that moment on and now I look back and realize that it’s not. I have no idea what is instore for myself. I have been thinking alot more than usual lately though and I figured a few things I hadn’t realized about myself out. Now I realize that I am not afraid of commitment. I actually want it. I also find that its not as much abandonment that I fear as it is the thought of being without a person I have grown attached to. The person can still be in my life yet it terrifies me to know that I have lost some type of connection that was once there. So many things I pick up on around me are so insignificant to others that I some times question myself. Why is it that I take such small, insignificant events and analyze them to the core of their meaning? Is this a bad thing? I’m honestly not sure.
Also while I’m throwing out random thoughts, I have been thinking about my near future living arrangments. I’m hopefully moving out a few weeks after I turn 17. That’s less than a year away. So in that little bit of time I have to get a job, license, car and find someone to room with me. If I can’t find a room mate I’ll have to find a place that I can afford on my own. I still have to finish school as well. I honestly am not sure if this is gonna work out if I have to find a place and stay by myself. So I’m gonna do my best to find a room mate. I was talking to a few people about possibly rooming with me when I move out but with recent events I don’t think that will happen.
Is it wrong for me to be friends with someone that almost every one else hates? I mean yeah, thats asking for tension but this guy has never done anything to me so why should I hate him for something he has done to someone else in the past? It’s not like he is a rapist or a murderer. At the most all he is is a whore. And no offence, but I know alot of guys that are whores and people don’t hate them for it. So I think its stupid that people hate him because he slept with one of their friends. He has been known as a whore for so long that the people that have slept with him and turn to hate him should have known better than to get attached. I see nothing wrong with me being his friend as long as it stays just as friends which it will.
I wish I could be the person I want to be. I would kill to have great looks and a great personality at the same time. Is that possible? I think it is. Sometimes I hate that I’m not pretty enough or have the right type of friends and clothes for certain people. I know I sholdn’t try to please others but I just wish I actually could if I wanted to. I can’t hold on to a boyfriend. I piss off friends alot more than I used to. I just wish I could like who I am and no matter what I try to change about myself to make me happy with me I still can’t find happiness. I don’t know what else there is to change. I’m dieting and excercising. I’m wearing little to no make up at all most days. I’m trying to dress more nicely and yet none of these changes are making me any more happy.
I scare myself sometimes. I never know if I’m going to have a stable day or not. Somedays I am fine, others I’m on my roller coaster up and down up and down so fast I don’t know whether to laugh or cry or scream. Then there are some days when I’m just so low I want to die and some days when I’m so high up in the clouds I feel like I will never come down. This scares me because sometimes I get so high up that I just don’t care about anyone or anything around me because I won’t let anything try to pull me down to earth. Then when I’m so low I want to die I care about every little thing that happens or is said or that I see. It pulls me deeper into my hole and I’m scared that one day I won’t resurface from it. Then on my rollercoaster days I worry that I’m just loosing my mind. I feel like I haven’t got a grip on anything around me. Those are the days when I question my sanity honestly. I am really scared about this. I talked to my parents aobt it and I have to go get more tests run on me again. I just hate medication so much. I don’t what I’ll do if they put me on new medication again. I can’t take that again.
I’ve decided it’s finnaly time to move on and get out there with new people. I want to date again and I don’t want to be alone anymore. I guess that as long as I don’t let myself get too attached and I don’t let my heart get taken away then I’ll survive. That’s what I’m aiming for right now.Surviving. I wont let myself hurt anymore. I wont allow it at all. I have to grow up and live my life no matter how much hurt it takes to move on. I have honestly contimplated just going through the motions but not actually feeling anything at all. That may make it easier to prepare myself when I decide I want to feel again. I don’t know though. I hate treating people like that but the only people that would date me are either asses or people that aren’t worth my time because it won’t last long. I guess I’m ok with that though. I seem to like dating asses more than I thought because then I wont be hurt when its over. So bring the assholes on I guess.
I have decided to also take my dieting and such to the next level. I’m tired of worring about what others say and what they think of my actions. I’m doing what makes me happy and I’ll lose as much weight as I want, when I want to and how I want to and I’m not gonna listen to what anyone has to say about it because the more I hear “you don’t need to diet.” or “You ARE pretty” It makes me feel bigger than I already am. So butt out of my bussiness when it comes to that. If I want you to know I’ll tell you.
I guess that’s all for now. I have run out of things to talk about.
<3 Hali Heartbeat