Listening to #1 on my playlist...

Despite the fact that my problems do not entail any relation to drinking, I can't help I but relate. I never let myself get better. I'm running in the same damn circle I have for years. Sure, for a short while I was off this worn path and onto something better--but that was thrown back in my face months ago. So here I am, wallowing in my own self pity. "When you realize it's a pattern and not a phase..." couldn't strike home more for me. I don't allow myself to get better. I hold my hopes high but my motivation low. I want someone to come in and swoop me off my feet. I want someone to take away all the bad. I want one person to UNDERSTAND my problems instead of shying away from me like others. When my friends notice there's something wrong I push them away, yet I expect to get better. I expect that all it'll take is that one person. THAT PERSON HAS TO BE ME. I have to get better before I can really expect to find someone willing to dedicate themselves to me, when I can barely commit to myself.

I've noticed that no matter how good of a friend, lover, girl friend, daughter, sister that I am, it won't keep them around until I give myself some leeway to enjoy life. I worry so damn much about what others will think of me if I mess up that I won't participate in many activities. I get so caught up in my own desperation to move on that I forget to move forward in my academics. I'm in a deep freaking hole.

Things are better now, when will I realize that?

I'm not surrounded by people who think the world is better off without me.
I'm out of an sexually/mentally abusive, unfaithful, controlling relationship.
I have friends and family who support me.
I have a dad, despite the distance, who is more attentive now than he ever was during my childhood.
I'm on good terms with my good ex, though I still feel the ting of abandonment from that relationship. Even he didn't keep his word on the one area he said he would, that aside I can still say he is one of the most amazing guys I know.  He caused me no real harm, I wish him the best.

I've been abandoned, scarred, tormented and morphed by many people. It's hard to not in the mirror and think how unattractive I really am. It's hard to trust people when every day I see their lies--that's what happens when you become accustomed to watching in the silence, you learn to read people, you begin to know them better than they know themselves. It's hard not to worry that if I do dedicate myself again to life, to truly let go and move on, that it won't happen again. I know it'll never be like it was in my younger years...but the thought still cripples me. However, I know that's not my only problem--when I'm down, I make myself fall harder. Instead of trying again, I just tell myself more reasons to why I should stay down.

I'm determined to fix this damn it. It's been too long. I have time to myself now-a-days. I will do this.

Glad this week is over.

One hell of a week but my friends helped me through it. I feel much better now and I'm glad to be back home :)

On a separate note, I added a playlist to my page. It's currently on auto play, I may change that--not sure if I like it.

I encourage any of you who are into music (specifically acoustic sets) to check out "Human Nature" by Rucca. It's an acoustic duo of two girls who I graduated with, one of them is a good friend of mine and I'm sure she'd greatly appreciate it. Also you can check them out at here.

Enjoy!

"...And I still don't even know what I need to do to fix myself..."

I hope I am not giving the wrong impression of myself through my blogs. I'm usually quite the optimist, yet here I am...every other post, another rant.

I'm only kidding myself if I think that I can keep this a silver lining kind of blog. My emotions, thoughts, wants and needs are pooling in my mind--my blog is the drain.


I need this release. I need this relief.

Another bag of bones