Fought with my boyfriend this morning and now I'm crying and a mess and it took everything I had to not cut myself in the shower (even if I did bring my razor into my room with me).

I hate myself. I hate that I'm so fucking sensitive. I hate that I can't express to him my emotions without him feeling like a fuck up... that makes me a fuck up, right?

I don't understand how he can bear the thought of breaking up with me, even when he is that upset... "have a nice life"... he says... like he's done with me and it's that easy.

I wish I could die.

We talked about things... but I still just feel... like I'm nothing.

I'm tired of fighting for everything I want in life.

I'm tired of fighting just to live.
I'm tired of worrying about food, clothes, rent, books, whether or not I'm going to have enough ink to print my homework or whether I can scrounge up the money I need for my scantrons for my midterms...

I know I'm depressed all the time but can't he fucking see that life is really shitty for me right now?

My only safe place to fall doesn't feel very safe today.

I'm gonna bitch about relationship stuff.

Why do we stop trying? Why do we get so comfortable with people that we stop telling them all of the amazing things we feel about them or think about them? I feel like I'm the only person that doesn't stop doing this when I'm in a relationship with someone... I feel like I annoy my boyfriend with all my mushy, you're-the-best-thing-in-the-world, talk.

I had to pull up an ex-coworker's phone number in my old phone, the phone I had when my boyfriend and I started talking. I always read through his old text messages when I do that... and then I always wonder what the fuck happened. Maybe it's because I stopped writing poems? I don't know... but he didn't even read them half the time anyway... Looking back at them, I hate a lot of what I wrote, lol, and I can't say I blame him for skipping over them (pretty sure it was more of a lack of an interest in the site as opposed to a lack of an interest in his girlfriend's writing).

I'm not really one to push an issue. I try to sit back and figure things out for myself... but I really don't feel important anymore. He tells me he loves me and he tells me I'm pretty but it's always in a joking, half-serious tone. The stuff he used to say was so romantic and heart-felt and call me sappy (no, really, I really am...) because I miss it to pieces.

He forgot I had a tooth pulled a year ago... he also forgot I gave him a christmas present last year... he also said he was going to send me something and didn't... I didn't send him his present because, honestly, I couldn't afford the shipping... his present's still sitting here, wrapped... fucking yoda mug is too cute... the longer it sits there the more I want to open it up myself and use it for makeup brushes or something equally disgraceful.

I just... always think about him. I always try to do things for him... be it, sending him a hand written letter (which at one point he said he thought was romantic), writing him stupid love poems, or getting him small gifts for holidays... I always try to let him know he's loved... and I feel like I'm forgotten... *sigh*

I don't really know how to adequately express this, though. I tried to... I told him I didn't feel important but I couldn't express why. I dunno. I'm bitching about all this but he really is good to me... if I'm not feeling well he stays home with me and talks to me instead of going out with his friends... he's there for me if I ask him to be... I just don't want to have to ask... it kind of takes away everything good about the act... I think so, anyway.

I just kind of want him to do something because he loves me... not because his girlfriend said she feels unimportant and wants him to do something.

Wishful thinking, I guess.

happy new year with new challenges!

i feel like writing and i can't, so what you're about to see will be word vomit.
 
Life is scary as fuck. i've been in a relationship for a little over a year and i can't breathe without him and i think it adds more stress on him than i mean it to. He tells me how he's a shit boyfriend and failing all the time but the only way i'd really feel like he could fail me is if he 1. didn't ever own up to his mistakes, 2. cheated on me, 3. was never there for me, 4. didn't love me... and ya know... if he decided he couldn't do it anymore i'd rather he tell me than any of those other things happening... i need honesty above all else.
 
He gets worried because of how horribly depressed we both get. It ends up being too much for him because he doesn't tell me when things are bad and i guess i'm just oblivious or... i don't know... but i don't seem to notice right away. It's a gradual decline in the quality of time we have together or our conversations until it feels like he's pushing me away and i'm completely alone. i don't know if he normally worries about everything but i know that when he's depressed everything weighs on him. He tends not to talk about problems at all... which is ok i guess if it really doesn't help him but i feel like i'm left shooting down his demons in the dark because how will i know what to reassure him of if i've no idea what's going on in his head?
 
He's just so strong until the moment of collapse that i don't always see it before it hits and the only thing that scares me about it is that i worry if he did decide to leave it would be like that... quick and full force.
 
It hurts his feelings when i talk about him leaving... it's not so much that i think he's untrustworthy (because i don't) it's more like... the closer he gets to me, the more of me he sees, the more i'm afraid he isn't going to like it. i hate it. i hate pretty much everything about me. If i'm able to pull through all of this, i will give myself more grace. Right now, i don't feel like i'm deserving of grace.
 
i'm supposed to be starting school soon and i don't have any money or a job lined up. i was supposed to get financial aid (and i will still get financial aid) but it's going to be late because of some old classes i took. i'm applying everywhere near the college. i hope i get a call back.
 
i bought myself a dental plan for the year because my teeth are so fucked up but i can only afford to get the teeth pulled that are basically falling apart in my mouth. i'm hoping i can save money somehow and get the root canals done that i need this year. It's about 700 a tooth (which isn't bad because that's including the crown). i'm going to take better care of myself from now on, i just have a lot to clean up after i guess... a lot of neglect.
 
i found some things out about my family that i wasn't really expecting and didn't really want to know. i feel... betrayed. i want to move away. When i was younger the only thing i cared about was taking care of my father, and now all i care about is getting the fuck away.
 
My teeth hurt. i'm getting a second tooth pulled today (second since insurance, third tooth overall). i feel inadequate in so many ways. i can't write. This is writing, it's bitching. i can't talk about the way i feel because it's like... focusing on the pain of it all and i am afraid that i would break if i gave in to it all. i feel like the character from the movie gravity... everything around me is falling apart and going to shit and all i can do is fight to stay alive but i'm wondering if it's even worth it because i've already lost so much along the way.

i'd really like to jump off a bridge right about now and there happens to be one about a mile or two from me. and this is what i've been thinking about for the last couple weeks. It's easy for other people to tell me to be brave and keep my head up and tell me how strong i am when they don't have to live inside my brain.

i don't even know what scares me the most about doing it... i guess... being more of a disappointment than i already am.

the light

i don't want to be in the light because it only burns; it only illuminates the heaviness that lives beneath my eyes (from a lack of sleep but how do they expect me to sleep with all this fucking light shining on me).

it's so cold and empty and barren inside, under my paperskin, and the brightness beams beneath and fills me... but i can't keep what isn't mine and it hurts more to have something leak through me than never having it to begin with so, please, keep it away from me.

i know what it's like to live in trenches and i know we're all just breathing until the day we don't and we want to know... we have to know why... and i've come to realize that whatever it is (your why) will only ever be yours (and i am not yours even if you were mine) and you can't forcibly change or debate your way into changing someone's why and if you have the audacity to try... well, it doesn't matter much what i'd say to you (does it).

keep your little light (i blew mine out to hide from you).

Goodbye~

Goodbye 2012. You tried really hard to end me, didn't you? Then again, I feel that way about most years. Endings so close they can be tasted don't come along very often. Every breath was held as angels and demons placed bets on my soul, on my strength, on whether or not I had any fight left in me... It's been a long fucking year.

I was scared of you for so long. You bestowed the magic number on me this year. I was certain my demise came with turning 29. Turning 30 scares me even more... Kind of. The idea of living passed her... seems wrong, in a way. Like something in my genetic makeup is determined to end her line. We'll see, I suppose...

This year I learned that family has little to do with the one you're born into. Most people are selfish. Gray hair doesn't look half as bad as I thought it would. It's better to let go of people that don't love you for who you are than to change... you'll always come back around to whoever it is you are... and you'll slowly resent whoever it is that made you change. I'm still really good at bluffing when I'm scared shitless (that's a good card to have up your sleeve if you've been in some of the situations I have). There are people who feel the same way I do about love... that it's a give and take... and that... is the beginning of something amazing.

I fell in love. It wasn't graceful either. I still trip over my words and get tongue-tied. I stutter. Badly. I get butterflies and goosebumps and lumps in my throat and a pit in my chest... and it's wonderful.

If I had a choice to either go back and relive my life sans the tragedy or stay here now... I'd pick here. I'd pick now. I'm almost 30 and I'm just starting to learn how to be who it is I am... and it's hard and it sucks... but at least I have support... and love.

Goodbye 2012, my muse, my friend.

Uneasy~

Writing. Writing. Writing.

It's the only thing tangible I have. It's the only thing left when everything else falls apart. It's the only thing I've to look back on... to remind me...

Today, for the first time in a while, I was severely suicidal. I feel like utter and complete shit. I've worked all day on trying to write a stupid fucking poem and I can't. I don't know what to write about. I don't feel like I understand what's asked of me... or rather... how to put that on paper. I don't know how to translate it. These stupid fucking meters are driving me insane and I am second guessing myself along the way. Ugh.

So here I am, to write, to whine...

This shit is too disgraceful to post on dA.

All I want to do is call you or be with you... have a fucking minute alone to talk to you... and I can't and I don't and I feel like shit because of it.

This goddamned house with paper thin walls and halls that echo because of tiled floors is driving me mad.

I don't believe in myself anymore. I'm so uneasy because I feel like you're going to see it. That thing inside of me that I see. It's not like I can get rid of it... I've tried for years... I'll keep trying for you though. Because it would be good... for us.

What does a promising person such as yourself want with a 29-year-old nothing like me? I can see part of the allure... but only part. I can't see whatever the fuck it is about me that you can. This claim of brilliance, beauty, bravery... I see shambles and 29 years wasted. 

I'm sorry you fell for me.

Maybe that's why they call it falling? Once you're down there's no way back up, only through and out the other side.

Have fun on this wild ride. Maybe you'll learn some new tricks before you finally see just what it is you've bargained for.