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
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.
7 comments:
For what it is worth, I didn't have anyone to share the holidays with; my family lives three states away and we don't talk anyways. If we were friends, you could have called me. I just stayed home playing my PS3.
Who really gives a fuck about New Year's? Having a holiday exactly one week after Christmas is stupid. We need a holiday in August. That month is too damn hot and yet there are no holidays then.
And yes, you were missed.
Sorry Anony... holidays just suck... all they do is make some of us feel MORE inadequate.
That's something I definitely don't need any help with!!
I'm not sure you would have wanted to talk to drunk TB... but the option would have been nice :-)
We all need someone to talk to at times, TB. I don't drink, but if I have a friend who needs to be heard I would listen even if they were wasted. Like I said, I don't have family this time of the year, either. Misery loves company, so the expression goes.
Ugly ass skank like u desrve 2b alone
Congratulations on posting anonymously... I'm completely devastated.
Fuk off u fugly az cunt
I'm sure, Mr.Anonymous, that you're wickedly handsome, and it's obvious that you're ridiculously intelligent.
I'm flattered you'd take the time to track me down all over the interwebs!!
It's really not necessary to get your panties in such a bunch.
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