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Wednesday, 05 August 2009

  • time has been good to me.

    I just read these entries for the first time in a long time.

    I realized something. 

    It wasn't your fault I left you. 

    I was depressed. 
    I was sad. 
    I missed my dead Baby. 

    I was too young to understand how to process that, and I took it out on you. 

    I'm so sorry.

    I was so confused, and I coudn't see it. Until now. 

    I wish I could explain it to you. Because you never deserved what I put you through. You really didn't. I was so scared and I just wasn't strong enough.

    I've been holding onto these feelings for so long, and I just couldn't process them until now.  I hope you understand how sorry I am. 

    Looking back, I think it just hurt me too much. You were there when everything bad happened to me, and I associated you with that weakness instead of letting you help me and make me stronger. 

    I never stopped loving you. I can't believe I almost let go of you forever. I can't imagine my life without you, I really can't. You're my best friend. My heart was just so broken.

    You have always been so good to me. You are the most amazing person I know. I am so lucky.

    I know I'm just rambling, but I realize now how alive I am with you. I just want to Thank You. I'm not sure how I'll ever be able to, but I'm going to try for the rest of my life. I can never repay you for everything you've given me.


Wednesday, 07 January 2009

  • eating snowflakes with plastic forks

    For the first time in years I am looking at these photos, and everything feels okay now.
    I used to stare at them, picking them apart, trying to figure out what it was that went wrong.
    But I finally understand. Nothing went wrong. I've come to the point where I can look back at the person I was and I can appreciate it. I don't miss it anymore. I'm happy.

    I think I'm finally done holding onto who I was then.

    I'm letting her go.

    She will always be in my mind, she will always have a special place there, but I don't wish I was her anymore.

    She really was beautiful though, so young, confused, broken. She was finding her place in the world. She was optimistic about her life, and at the same time, she felt so hopeless. I love her. Sometimes I want to go back and tell her how special she really is, I want to tell her that she'll grow up and get married and be happy. I want to tell her that everything is going to be okay. I want to thank her for being so amazing and strong. I want to thank her for having such an honest soul, for being so grateful of life. I want to hug her and tell her not to change a thing.

    So here I am, saying goodbye to myself. To Her. Because we are such different people.

    I really love her, though. And I will thank that lost 19 year old who is still inside of me every day for everything that she helped me to become.


Monday, 22 December 2008

  • oh, and time's a loaded gun.

    People are always so shocked when I tell them how different I am now, and how much I've changed, in the past few years. "You're only 22, you're still young." What they don't realize, I think, is how fast I've really grown up.
    After I graduated High School, I finally (like so many others) had a chance to really experience life for the first time-to figure myself out-to learn, and make real mistakes. Normally people attend 4-yr schools, etc. and they can experience this feeling much longer. I sort of packed about 4-6 years into 1 and half. Then I got pregnant and Michael and I tried to grow up overnight. And even though we lost the baby, and we inevitably regressed for a while, we never really lost the feeling that you get when you realize you're going to be a parent. We never really went back to the way we were before everything happened. I really don't regret that, nor do I think it's a bad thing, I just think that people don't understand because they didn't experience it. I know that we are still so, so young and that we have such a long road ahead of us. I know that we still aren't completely independent of money, our childhoods, anything. But as I look back on the past year I am certainly aware of the growth it represents. It really feels like we're starting to get our act together. We're taking that maturity and we're harnessing it, instead of denying it. And we're trying. We really are. I'm really looking forward to the future, and the learning that will come with it. It's all very exciting to me. Even though learning is such a stressful experience, it's an amazing thing. When you think of all of the things that happen in one day that teach you something you didn't know or hadn't realized before, it all very inspiring. Even though we never did get the chance to be parents, maybe someday we will, and I really feel like if we ever are, that we'll be okay. I used to get so angry about it all. I would blame Michael for stealing my freedom and happiness. Looking back at it now, I don't feel that way anymore. He never did any of those things, and I always forgot that he didn't ask for a lot of the things that have happened, either. I look back at the bad times of our relationship as something that needed to happen. We needed to have those experiences to grow and learn together. My freedom was never stolen, I gave it away and I gave up. The ironic thing is at this moment I feel freer than I ever have. I am Married to someone who understands me and will defend me to anyone who hurts me. I think about it all of the time, and I always wonder what I'd do without him. I'd move on, be okay, I'm not that codependent, but he's really become a very important part of my life. I had a dream a while back, in which he had died. I remember it so vividly, because the feelings I had were so true. I remember the viewing and thinking that I couldn't handle it, because of the big crowd that would be there. I can't function in big crowds, I have panic attacks, it's not pretty, and I remember crying in my dream and thinking that I couldn't go to the viewing because Michael is the only person who helps me and makes me not freak out. How could I handle the crowd if he wasn't there to help me? I'm sure that all sounds so codependent, but I assure you if such were to happen, that I am quite capable of growing a pair and sucking it up. The point of it is that he really is a good thing for me. I'm very lucky. It's just taken me 3 years to truly figure that out. It's taken me even longer to figure out that I'm worth something. For the first time in my life, I look at myself in the mirror and I see something I like. I think about losing weight and I know that as long as I'm trying, then that's all that matters. I can't change who I am over night, and I really don't want to. I can honestly, for the first time ever, say that I don't remember the last time that I felt insecure about anything. It's been a hard road, as I'm sure everyone can relate with, as we all have struggles and experiences that make us who we are, and I look at every single person I know and even though I haven't felt their struggles, I feel their pain and see their hope. I am sure that life will always cycle like this for me, between great, good, bad, and awful. The only difference now, is that I'm learning to appreciate it for what it teaches me, instead of how it limits me.




    Also, Coldplay has redeemed themselves to me. X&Y and Viva La Vida especially, have sucked. But they released this EP called Prospekt's March, and I really think that it gets back to what they used to be. So, if you're a fan, you should check it out. Although, it has this weird Jay-Z remix on it... I'm not sure what they were going for with that, but it's not too bad either.

Sunday, 03 August 2008

  • i think there's a pattern goin' on here

    i think my years go by in a pattern.

     

    one year is awesome.

    the next year i am so focused on how awesome the last year was that i miss out.

    the year after that is awesome again because i'm finally getting over how awesome my year was 2 years ago.

     

    and it goes in that cycle.

     

    so really, let's say i live to be 60.

    take away the first 15 years b/c you have too lives anyways-one life as a kid, and one life growing up and figuring it all out.

     

    so that puts me at 45 years.

     

    technically i'm only really living 22.5 of those years, because of the pattern.

     

     

    i think a lot of people do this.

     

     

    The most important things are the hardest things to say.

      They are the things you get ashamed of because words diminish your feelings.

    words shrink things that seem timeless when they are in your head to no more than living size when they are brought out.

                       -Stephen King

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    the reason i disappear from the world so much is because i can never do anything in moderation.

     

    either go big or go home.

     

     

Thursday, 27 March 2008

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