Tuesday, October 20, 2015


I cannot bring myself to close my eyes
My glasses have long since been removed
But I can see the shapes more clearly than ever
The shadows twist and move
They call me in, begging me to join them
But I can't close my eyes
The demons in my mind are far more frightening than the ones i can hear now
Lurking just out of sight in the dark corners of my room
The wind moves softly, the stars are glittering brightly
I can hear the brush of sand and the sway of trees
Everything telling me that it's safe to surrender
But there are no colors here, I'm safe where I am
And if I close my eyes, I lose control and succumb to the unknown
When my eyes close, the wind becomes a storm and the trees become monsters
The color there makes everything real
I have no control there, and I open my eyes with a shock of fear
And the shadows are waiting there to greet me again
They twist around me, calming me
Calling me to stay with them, so I do
But they leave me too, as everything does
When the sun rises, returning color to the once calm gray
I rise too
But the shadows never fully leave me, those demons and monsters
They give me a promise, a mark
Dark rings under my eyes 
To remind me that they will be waiting for me again when the sun disappears.  

Friday, June 5, 2015

About Nothing

I spend a lot of time thinking about how I'm not really doing anything with my life and how I really should start trying to accomplish something. In fact, the though crosses my mind several times a day at the weirdest of times. Usually it's when I see people who are more successful that I am, which is a lot or propel, or when I see someone my age who has their entire life together already. And then I start thinking about why I've never done anything worthwhile, and I always sort of think that I should start doing something, maybe just reading a book I've been meaning to read or something like that. 
But what if it just doesn't get any better than this? I've had a high point in my life and a really low point and now I'm just sort of coasting along aomewhere in the middle. But what if that's just where I'm going to stay for the rest of my life?
Maybe there is a reason I have no motivation to do anything useful and maybe that's the same reason that I've never been able to accomplish anything or keep a meaningful relationship with any friends or family or why I start getting antsy when things are the same for too long. Maybe it's why I'm a pushover and have spent my entire life doing what I think people expect me to do. 
Maybe I'm just done with the things I was supposed to do in life and now I'm just waiting. For nothing. 
I'm not happy or unhappy or anything at all really. I'm just meh. I used to like to think I was a little bit good with words, but I don't have any idea how to explain that. Like there used to be things that would annoy me and things that I liked that would make me smile a little, but now it's just nothing. There's nothing there. I'm just doing things to fill time until I find more things to do. 
I usually write here when I can't sleep, but I haven't been able to fall asleep well for weeks now, and usually that's because something is bothering me or something's on my mind but I have nothing this time. There's just nothing to think about. But I still can't sleep. 
I realized this morning that the only reason I bother getting out of bed in the mornings is because if I don't get up it will cause more conversation with my grandparents and I avoid conversation with everyone as much as possible, especially because when I live with people everything they say makes me feel impatient with them.
I don't really know where this rant was supposed to be going, and it hasn't really helped me fall asleep, so I guess it doesn't really have a purpose since it's not really about anything.
Maybe something is bothering me and I just don't know what it is and since its habit to write when I can't sleep I ended up here. And sometimes when I free write I can get myself to think of whatever it is I'm trying to realize. I guess it didn't work this time. 

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Someone to talk to

So I've realized recently that I only write here when I'm not taking my medication, so I'll change that by writing now. 

I've spent a lot of time thinking about what I want from life recently, and I always think better when I write it out. When I was little I always wanted to be a vet. I have no idea why, I think I picked it at school one day when we were talking about what jobs we wanted when we grew up and I had no idea what to say so I just picked the first thing that popped into my head. This was in second or third grade. Then for the next six years whenever someone asked me what I wanted to be, I just said vet without thinking about it.  Then I got to high school and realized there was no way in hell I would ever want to be a vet, so then I decided that since I was only a freshman, I'd have plenty of time to figure it out. Except I never did. I went through high school, then to college and I still had absolutely no idea what to do with my life. So I dropped out and haven't done anything since. Honestly, I don't think I ever expected to live much past high school, and I think that's why I never picked something and stuck with it. Why bother when I had no motivation to live? 

And I've carried that thinking into everything I do. It's why I move every year, why I always get different jobs, why none of my relationships ever last, and why I have avoided making strong attachments to friends. Why bother putting down roots when I might decided that tomorrow is going to be my last day here? 

I have spent the last year doing absolutely nothing. I haven't worked, I haven't really talked to anyone, I've hardly even left the house. It gets lonely, but I've brought it on myself and I don't know how to fix it so I will just deal with it I guess. 

The only meaningful conversations I've had in the last year occurred when the person I talk to was either drunk or very high. 

I just need someone to talk to. But I only really want to talk to one particular person, because I know for a fact that no matter what I say, they will understand and not judge. It's a nice feeling. 

I know it's my own fault that I have no real friends and no one to talk to, I push people away. I don't know what else to do. I don't like getting attached to things or people, because they are never there when you really need them. There's no point in building up the hope that when I desperately need someone to talk to they will be there, because they won't be. 

Sometimes when I'm really close to ending everything, or even just considering it, the only thing I really need is a stupid pointless five minute conversation and I'll change my mind. And since it hasn't happened yet, I guess I must get that when I need it. So maybe I'm just being too hard on my friends. Maybe they are there and I just haven't realized it till now. Or maybe they aren't there and I just want them to be there so much that I make up excuses for them. 

I think about dying a lot too. When I'm driving, I always get the urge to pull out in front of fast moving buses and trucks, because that would be so easy and fast. I think if I were to die, I'd do it by jumping off a high cliff though. Because I want to feel like I'm flying for a little bit. And it would be fast too. I just can't help but think that there really isn't a reason not to die. I mean, why stay here? I'm already not doing anything. I may as well not do anything and just be dead. 

I don't know what I want out of life anymore. A month ago. I. Would have said that I someday want a house and kids or something like that. But why would I get a house when I can't stand staying in the same olace for more than a year or two. And what kind of mother would I be? One that wants to die. I'd be a terrible parent. 

So now I just don't want anything out of life. I've given up hoping that I'll get to move back to Wisconsin soon, I don't fit there anymore. I don't fit here either, but since I'm already here I may as well just stick around. 

The moral of this post is that I really want to talk to someone and I don't have anyone to talk to, so I guess that's what this blog is for. 

Friday, January 9, 2015

Last Words

Recently I've been thinking a lot about endings. I know that everything has to end, good things and bad, whether we are ready for it or not. Friendships end, relationships end, lives end. There's nothing we can do to stop those things from happening. No matter what we do, there will be a last time it happens. A last hug, last kiss, last words. 
So while I have the time, I want to make those things count. I want to, but I won't. I don't know how. If my parents died tomorrow, I wouldn't even be able to remember the last thing they said to me. We aren't angry at each other or anything, we just aren't close. I'm not really close to anybody at all. There are people I see every day, but I'm not close to them at all, even though they are my family. It's not dislike, I just don't know how to be close. I don't like sharing myself with others. And why would I? 
Every time I've let myself get close to someone, they have let me down when I really needed them. Every single one. Every person I have ever put my trust in has done something to break it.
So why shouldn't I distance myself from everyone I care about? They have all abandoned me or hurt me when I really just needed someone there, so why wouldn't I want to protect myself from that happening again?

If I died tomorrow, what would my last words be? Polite chatter. Because that's as far as I can let myself open up. Maybe, if I consider you a friend, my last words might be a joke of some kind, something to try to make you laugh. Because that's all I know how to do. Make a joke, talk about the weather, and smile. 
So here are my last words to you, in case I don't wake up tomorrow, or the next day, or next month. 

You have all let me down when I needed you. You have all hurt me at some point, maybe without meaning to, but you have. And I don't forgive you. Any of you. 
Dad, every time my birthday comes around I wait the whole day hoping you will call, or text, anything. And you never do. And that really hurts. I've hated my birthday for years because of it. If my own dad can't remember my birthday, if he doesn't care, why should I? It's just another day now. And I know I live far away and it's expensive to travel, but you could at least think about it once in a while, since I traveled to see you ever summer for twenty years. Well I'm done waiting. 
Mom, the only thing I've learned from you is how to settle into a life I completely hate and not complain about it or do anything to change it. You make all these promises to try to make things better and then you don't follow them through. Well I'm done believing in them. 
To any of my friends, I've tried my hardest to be the one that's always there if I'm needed. I've given rides, gotten up in the middle of the night, covered shifts, changed my plans, lent money, spent time with, and talked to you. And in most of your eyes, it's more important to eat a pizza while it's warm than it was to come help me when my car went in the ditch. I babysit you all when you are drunk or on who know what drugs, but you only talk to me when it's convenient for you to do so. Well that's fine, I'm done thinking you guys will care. 
It's not like I expect that much from any of you. I just want little happinesses. Little moments. A meaningful conversation. A kiss on New Years. A random text asking how I am. But I'm not going to expect that anymore. Any of it. 
And I'm not going to say I love any of you, because I don't really think I do. I don't live my family. I don't love my friends. I've given that all out before, and it's drained away and I haven't gotten any of it back to refil me. I'm just empty now. I don't have anything left to give. Except this. 

My last words to you, all of you, are these; My life has never been happy or good. It's been terrible actually. Yes, I know I have material possessions and make enough to pay bills, which is great. All I could want out of that part of my life actually. But emotionally, it's been terrible. And none of you have made it any better. So no, I don't love you. I don't forgive you. I've become this empty shell, I'm just a person who has given out all the love and care I could, and I've gotten nothing in return. I'm just cold now. Empty, alone, and cold. And I blame all of you. Current friends and past ones. Family I talk to and family I don't. You aren't there for me, you never have been, and now, I'm not here for you. 

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Hope is my worst trait

So I have this habit of always feeling excluded from the things around me. Like, I will go through my normal every day life, work, going the the store, things like that, and there is always this little part of me that notices things like "oh some if my friends did something yesterday, why didn't they invite me?" Or "oh they had a lot of fun on their shift at work, why don't any of them talk to me like that?" And things like that. Usually I think I do a pretty good job of ignoring thoughts like that because I know they aren't founded on anything. 

But thoughts like that have been getting louder since I moved away from everyone I know, which doesn't make since, because obviously I'm 2,000 miles away from my friends, they aren't going to invite me anywhere. 

For the last three weeks or so I haven't even been able to go through my Facebook news feed, because every time I do, there are posts from my niece Grace. As background, Grace and her little sister live with my dad and step mom while their mother, my step sister, works in a city about 4 hours away. I love my nieces and my parents and all that stuff, but every day she posts little videos of her and her sister out doing things with my dad. And I realize that's it's stupid if me, but it's hard to see things like that because my dad spent very little time with me and my sister while we were young and lived with him. On fact, a majority of the time we were there, we were sent to play outside and there were multiple days when I didn't even see my dad because he was working. 

I understand that he's older now and doesn't work as much, but I see these videos and posts about him and find myself immediately thinking "why didn't he ever do things like that with me? Why does he spend more time with my step sisters kids in a few days than he did with me in a while summer?" 

My niece has been through a lot in the last few years and I know she needs a father figure in her life, and I'm glad she has mine, I really am, but I just wish that I could have had some of that time too. I know he loves my sister and I, and he was a good dad when he was around. Maybe I just miss him. It's been almost two years since I've seen him.

He doesn't call me on my birthday. I wait every year, and he never calls. I think that hurts the most. Neither of us like talking in the phone but at least I call him on his birthday and on Christmas. And then I spend my birthday with my phone in my hand looking at it every few minutes to see if he called. And I let myself hope every year even though he has never called. Not once. And I tell myself that every year, and I tell myself not to even think about it. But I still hope. And then I consider myself lucky if I get a Facebook note from my step mom saying "happy birthday" and she only remembers because Facebook told her. That's why I don't have my birthday listed there anymore. 

I'm a 23 year old adult. You would think I would have learned by now. 

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Existential Crisis

I finally discovered the name for that feeling you get when you realize your life is meaningless. Existential Crises. Why do I exist? What am I doing with my life? Why am I here? 

I haven't been sleeping well. I can't shut off my mind. I feel completely hopeless. When I look back at my life, all I can see is half finished projects and abandoned ideas. I have never completed anything in my life. I don't even know how to.

What am I here? I am supposed to be taking care of my great grandparents, that is why I loved here. But I don't do anything. I make lunch and water plants and spend the rest of the day trying to find things to keep my mind off of what a pointless life I am leading. 

What am I doing with my life? At first I thought I was depressed because I moved away from my friends and life to come to a place I dislike and where I don't know anyone. I thought maybe I was beconing sad simply because I have no company and am alone. And then I considered, maybe I am just bored? And I have subconsciously been thinking that when I move back, everything will be fine and I will be happy. But that isn't true. Here, I am alone, I am bored, I am practically useless, and I am going nowhere in life. That won't change when I move back. Am I just supposed to lead a boring life with a boring job and not need other people for the rest of my life? It feels like that is all I can expect, because that is all I know how to do. It's all I have ever done. 

I have always been alone, I have never had a best friend, or anyone that I could trust would just accept me unconditionally no matter what. Maybe that is just what I deserve from life. I am unable to put effort into life, because I am unable to receive what I truly want from life, and it is a never ending circle. I have already given up. I think I gave up a very long time ago. 

Why do I exist? For a while I thought that I was put here to help people.  And I was completely convinced that that was my purpose in life, and that I should focus myself around that fact. I thought, since I enjoy helping people, that is what I exist to do. But I was lying. To myself and others. I do enjoy helping people, but it is purely selfish. I help people because taking care of others helps me to feel like I am atoning for a life that has been so far spent meaninglessly. I am not a good person, so I thought helping other people would make me not hate myself so much. I completely hate myself. It has become habit, second nature, to try to help people or to smile and be nice to people, but it doesn't mean anything. 

I know that my life is meaningless, but I am making no effort to change that fact, and I have just recently realized that that is my attitude towards everything in my life. And it has been since I was a child. I had no friends as a kid but I didn't try to talk to people. I got made fun if in school, but I made no effort to stand up for myself, or even to try to change the things I was made fun of for. I have been drifting through life, completely and utterly alone, but I have never tried to become attached to anything or anyone who would possibly be able to keep me tied to life. 

Because I have already given up. I see no reason to fight for life, and I never have. Even as a child, I saw no reason to continue existing, no reason to improve myself or my quality of thinking. 

But I see no reason to die either. In not afraid of it, I just don't see the point in dying. Maybe I will someday, I will have a moment of clarity that will end up being a beautiful revelation that can result in my death. I look forward to that happening. 

But until then, I guess I can just exist for no reason, no purpose. I can just drift along, driving myself insane along the way, until that one final beautiful moment when I can see everything that life or death has to offer and I can choose one. 

Sunday, May 25, 2014


I have been having a pretty good week. I haven't been getting sad, I have been talking with people, I made some new friends. I am waiting for it all to crash down, so I'm not building it any higher. I know that good things end, so I am afraid to make good things into great things.

I was talking to someone about addictions a few days ago, and I came to the realization that I have never been addicted to anything. I have smoked before, drank before, I have been on medication before, but I have never felt a constant pull to continue smoking or drinking or anything. And I think it is more than that. I go through phases of liking things, but I have never had a problem not having those things that I like. When I think of addiction, I don't just think about drugs or bad things, but good things too, like love, friendship, people. I have never felt an addiction toward any good things either. And I really want to.

I did try once, to become addicted to smoking, even though I knew it was bad for me, but I never could. As soon as I wasn't thinking about smoking, i would forget about it until someone else brought it up, and then I was like "Okay I guess I will have one" but it was never a constant need for one. And you might think it is a good thing to not be ale to get addicted to things, but I hate it. I will never have a strong purpose in life because I can't become addicted to anything, good, or bad. So yeah, I cut out that bad part from my life, but I can't get the good part without the bad, so I cut that out too. And I just sort of drift through the middle of life, without any pulls towards anything else. I want to be addicted to something, because I think that if I knew what that was like, I would have an easier time applying that to the good things, like love and friends and stuff.

All I want from life is to love and be loved, not necessarily romantically, just love. And I can't have that, because love is an addiction, and I can't become addicted. I hate it. Out of all the people who have problems with addiction to things, I had to be the one person who wants to be addicted, and can't be. That is my life I guess. If I could let myself be ruled by something else, a desire or whatever for something, let myself be addicted, I wouldn't have messed up all of my relationships in the past, and maybe I could have a good one in the future. But I doubt that will ever happen, and some part of me doesn't want it to.