.... to have a sad and angry post at the same time? They kind of mesh together int he middle, and isn't that really all one needs to make something seem like one? Applies to Art too, which could lead me to one, not the most prominant, of the issues at hand.
I've found myself taking a hard look at school, and my schooling and choices in particular. I find the thought swimming around more than i would like of I don't want to be there. And more recently I've found myself questioning my major choice.... again.
Fair warning, it's that time of year, I'm going to be vague, and probably not explain everything that I'm thinking. And I can tell you Why I'll do that! Because it's a sign of weakness, failure, SOMETHING, to explain this to everyone. Example, everyone please count how many time you've seen me cry. I can bet that most of you will never get past the number 2, if you even get a number. And I'll tell you if you're right or wrong.
I've found that I need to purge my life every so often, and that time is coming once again. I'd like to be in charge of it this time. Slowly but surely I find that I am surrounding myself with the people that I need to be around, the ones that help me, that help me grow and learn to do things that have been locked away for far too damn long. But I'm still left with an ache, and longing, that I just can't figure out why it's like that. It hurts dammit.
Also, another warning, although these all mesh I'm just typing what comes to mind, no particular order. Again, Vague.
Something that has always bugged comes out, not for the first time, but I'll be a little less vague than I usually am about it. STOP FUCKING DOUBTING ME.
That help?
I am sick and fucking tired of people telling me that I don't understand, that I don't know what's involved, that it takes a lot of this, a lot of that. Listen, unless it's something that someone usually doesn't encounter in everyday life, or some extraordinary task that isn't common, I know what the fuck I'm doing!
I'm not a fucking child!This I will explain, because I feel the most passionate about this.
I grow up way too fucking fast for my own good. I was a very independent child, and still am to an extent. I was doing shit in my young age that I would have just started doing now, or understanding things in elementary school that should have been saved for Fucking High School. Consider this my time that I'm catching up on what I missed, I know it doesn't work, but you can't fucking change me. And if you can change me, then you're one that is probably meant to fill my ache.
Growing up as an only child, single parent household, will do all of that to a child. I'm not gonna say that I wasn't a spoiled only child, but I wasn't like everyone thinks. Of course my mother spoiled me, I was, still am, her
only child, but I didn't get whatever I wanted.
I know it's not healthy for me, but I really don't and can't care. I have to engross myself in the stories that I read and write. And I say it's not healthy, because for me it's not, I am only left with emptiness. I've known this since I was maybe 11, or maybe younger. I've tried explaining it, and people either say, Oh I understand, or just write it off as an overactive imagination. Um, no, to both. You Don't understand, or connect, or anything. Trust Me.
I feel that if I go on any further, then the men with the white jacket are going to come. I seriously need to be on some sort of drugs. I just want all the pain to go away.... all of it....
Please.