I believe its been almost a year since I actually posted anything here... :O opps!
So what's going on in my life? How long have you got?
I guess recently I've been pretty much a mess... I lost sight of what I wanted and was drifting aimlessly looking for some kind of purpose. I'm still yet to find it... I think that i have been too consumed with trying to get my life how i thought it should be then actually enjoying the way it is.
It's hard to remember that the world isnt against me sometimes though... it's not exactly like i have the best luck and it does get to the point sometimes where i just wanna say why me? I mean I'm kind and I'm generous, i'm not a bad person... so why cant something just go right for once? why does everything have to be complicated?
Love for instance... why is it when it comes to relationships nobody can ever say what they actually mean? Since when does your awesome mean I'm not interested? There isn't anything wrong with not reciprocating someones feelings, and yeh i agree that "I'm not interested" being said to you hurts... but its definitely better than being led to believe you mean more to someone than you actually do. I spent a long time wondering why do guys do that? Why do they set girls up to fall? I came to realize, however, that all people do it. We are ultimately all willing to step on someone else if it means getting what we want. Thats not necessarily a bad thing, but there are certain situations in which we can prevent others from hurting, so why dont we? I don't think its that hard...
I've decided that i am officially going to stop looking for love... it can find me... I don't need to be forever chasing someone who doesn't want me.
In the past year I've had a lot on my plate, my best friend told me she was anorexic and was hurting herself but wouldnt go and see anyone, so i was forced to look after her on my own. That wasnt easy... don't get me wrong, i love her and i was more than willing to help her out, but sometimes it just got to be a little too much, to be constantly worrying if she was eating or if someone had said something to her that might push her over the edge. I began to ignore my own problems because i didn't feel like i had the right to be upset or angry when she was so clearly hurting and not well. For a long time i just pushed my issues aside, I just didn't think about them... that worked for a little while but it really only pushed me to resent my best friend for being needy.
I began to see a psych... I know thats funny right, since they are the only people in the world that i hate more than liars. It started when i had finally convinced Lindsie to get help from someone other than me, she agreed to go if i would go with her, so i did. Funny thing about psychologists... they notice everything!
The woman actually asked me to come and see her on my own because she could see that i was putting everyone else before myself. I did like she asked and i went, the first few times were really hard, not only did i not think my issues were worth discussing, but i didn't know how to open up. I sat there in stoney silence most days, but eventually i was able to let go.
It was good to be able to tell someone all the things that were bothering me, to be able to discuss the problems i have with my father and my own insecurities... Maybe i give psychs too much of a hard time, after all sometimes they can help... when they aren't trying to analyse you that is...
Im feeling a little lost still, i don't quite know what i want from life or how to get it, but as each day goes by things get a little clearer...