Haters

Well it appears that I have a hater... The second one actually.

This particular hater has gone to the trouble of tracking me down across the interwebs to try and hurt my feelings.

But, he cannot spell and has poor grammar. So, I think I should feel sorry for him, he's obviously crying out for attention.

He (I assume) has said some ugly things, which you can see in the comments of my precious post; his words are so vehement that I wonder if we know each other personally.

He posts anonymously, so I have no idea who he is, but he sure has his panties in a was.

They say bad publicity is better than no publicity...

Did You Miss Me?

I haven’t been here in a while… I haven’t really felt inspired to bore anyone with the details of my life.  The details haven’t been worthy of writing about anyway.

I survived Christmas.  I guess that’s a victory.  I can’t say that I wanted to, survive that is.  I’ve made a few promises to friends that if I ever feel suicidal I’ll talk to them.

Was I sincere when I made the promise? No.

I just wanted to make them feel better and promising was the easy way to move on.

That being said, I’m kinda big on promises.  I try my damnedest not to break them.

Lying in my bed on Christmas Eve, I flirted with my contingency plan, but thoughts of the promises kept surfacing, making their way up through the ocean of vodka I was trying to drown my feelings in.

First of all, would I call any of my friends on Christmas Eve (when they are happily celebrating with their friends and family) and tell them that I’m feeling suicidal?

Uuuuummmm fuck no.  I’m not a complete fuckweasel.

And offing yourself at Christmas is just too pathetic and cliché. 

So I just got drunk.  I know, my coping powers are pretty goddamn amazing.

I also got a tattoo and my hair isn’t red anymore… my mental condition can be measured by my tattoos and hair color changes… like some weird dysfunctional barometer.  It’s ok though, I love the new tattoo and the hair doesn’t look awful.

I, honestly, think that I can thank (or blame) the camera for helping me survive 2013.

Last week someone asked why I choose the subjects that I do for my photography (abandonments, specifically)… I can relate to them… they’re rejected, unloved, forgotten, ignored, not as pretty as they used to be, no longer useful, haunted… just like me.  Maybe, together, the camera and I can save a little bit of these places, for posterity… and maybe, save me in the process??

I was asked “Why did you change your hair?”  My answer “I wanted to be someone different, maybe, eventually I’ll be someone that I like.”

It just occurred to me, that this time last year, I was in Georgia… seems like a lifetime ago…

And New Year’s Eve… fuck… I find it hard to get excited about a new year… I really wish that I could though.  It’s not like a have a dance card full of party invitations anyway… maybe I’ve been spending too much time in my hermit hole.

People say “You’ve got so many things to be happy about” and they’ll go so far as to enumerate them.  Perhaps in an attempt to guilt me out of depression… I mean, that’s a proven effective method, right?  But, I’m almost glad that people don’t understand… it means they haven’t lived it.

Feelings Can Bite Me

I'm missing the days that I did who and what I wanted... Not getting attached, having fun, not having regrets and just living.

Now... I put my heart back out on my sleeve and it got poked.  Not poked in a good way. 

Since my heart has been out wandering around, it's grown... Maybe to a normal size heart. And now... It won't fit back in it's box.

That's fucking awesome.

It's just going to be out there on the loose getting poked, prodded, kicked, stepped on and gum stuck to its little heart shoes. 

I have a good heart, I know that, that's why I've guarded it so closely... I suppose it's the rest of me that's not worthy. 

How does one get their brain and their heart on the same plane? 

Dead Inside

Well I've discovered that I am, in fact, dead inside, emotionally.

This was the icing on the cake, after turning down a self professed "hot" attorney....

Things Are Getting Better

The fog is finally beginning to lift.

I’ve had a few friends talk to me; help me not internalize this situation quite so much.

I just don’t understand why I want someone that doesn’t want me? That’s just crazy, I cause myself more pain than is necessary… I feel like a masochist sometimes.

But in my last communication with him, he said something that really hurt me… maybe I didn’t know him as well as I thought, he obviously didn’t care about me.  Maybe I was just trying to make the relationship in to what I wanted it to be, but something that it could never be.

I do KNOW this; he liked it when he was with me. 

Did that scare him? 

Was I fun but just not loveable?  

Perhaps I will never know and I just have to accept that.

I was as good as I knew how to be, I did nothing to hurt him, just like I promised that I wouldn’t, and he was the one who hurt me… if that wasn’t good enough, there’s not much I can do about it. 

I was me, and I’m not for everyone.

Does it still sting?? Fuck yes it does.

Do I still feel shitty about myself?? Fuck yes I do.

Do I wonder if I’ll ever be good enough? Every moment of every day.

But a friend said this to me “You are sexy, it is your superpower, use it for good.”

I can’t say that I concur, but it felt good to hear it, from someone that didn’t have to say anything.

I’ve been asked out a few times, I haven’t accepted yet… but I am taking a road trip to Jersey with a friend next week… kind of an up and back thing, but it will be good just to get away… and I love a road trip J.

Half a smile is better than none, right???

Welcoming the Darkness

Feeling rejected, sad, lonely, unworthy, unloveable, undesirable, ugly, stupid... 

You see something you don't want to see and you can't un-see it. 

Letting the darkness swallow me back up... Not even going to fight it. 

Pity Photography

Here is what I do when I'm alone and feeling sorry for myself...  well one of the things that I do, the least destructive thing...

http://reflectionsuponmyreality2.wordpress.com/

Conversation at work with work friend:

Me: "Did you have fun on your day off?"

Friend: "You mean at my grandma's funeral?"

Yep, I'm that girl.