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.
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Monday, January 13, 2014
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.
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.
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