beware the jub jub bird and shun the frumious bandersnatch

i have lots of "i've never"s. tell me which ones surprise you i've never smoked or gotten high. or been drunk (hey shh this is sort of embarrassing for me but i guess i have my whole life to experience the world of intoxicated word-slurring and drunken phone calls) i've never had sex (why is this so unbelievable! this is true i don't care WHAT YOU SAY) i've never not worried what people thought of me. i've never felt beautiful for more than a day. i've never been able to see beautiful people without feeling ashamed for not measuring up. i've never liked anything i've written or created for more than an hour after writing/creating it. well, i have more but i'm really tired and don't feel like thinking of more. plus my mind is race race racing and i'm digging myself into a shame hole because my boss yelled at me and two coworkers tonight and i can't stop replaying it in my head. i am a ridiculously sensitive human being, i wil

i must be made of glass, that is the only explanation i can think of, nevermind whether it's reasonable or not. it has to be true. that must be why words shatter me so easily, thrown like stones they break me down and i'm lying in a million tiny broken shards on the floor i am disgusted with myself again, i don't understand why i can see the good in everyone else but when i see myself i am sick with disappointment and disdain. is this battle even worth fighting, if anybody else asked me this i would tell them it is. i would tell them that they are stronger than their demons and i would tell them about the light waiting for them on the other side of this tunnel they swear will never end. and i would believe all of it. but when i ask myself, my answer sticks in my throat and just looks at the pile of broken glass on the floor am i real anymore?

my eyes are shut tight but somehow everything gets through anyway

"if you woke up and you were back in august, how would you feel?" i am inclined to say shattered, crushed, defeated, hopeless, wasted, shocked you know that feeling when you wake up from an impossibly glorious dream and you realize it was not real? multiply that times your age and add one billion the other night i had a dream something tragic happened to you and i hugged you and you cried and later we fell asleep together, my head was on your chest, rising and falling with each breath and in the dream all i could see was gold. i swore, i still swear i felt it in that dream like i would have felt it if you were here i hate waking up some mornings, so much honestly all i want is to be somebody's comfort and i want to make them feel happy and simple and real

can't sleep, the worst thing is i can't tell if it's because i'm ashamed or because i am proud shame and pride should never be interchangeable

last august i almost ended my life it's this weird sort of murky blur in my memory, some things are there so sharp but some things are clouded and blown away by wind and i don't try hard to bring them back. i remember little details like what i was wearing and the way i was worried about my legs being too pale. i remember going to my school's orientation already buried in my deep dark hole; i had spent a week crying and shaking and wondering why, why anything throughout the entire orientation i was too exhausted with depression to even feign a smile and anyway it didn't matter because i would be gone soon. when i got home my mom knew what was happening and a few blurry hours later i was sitting in the psychiatric hospital waiting for an evaluation. her eyes were rimmed with red and i didn't care, i was too tired to care and i just kept saying that i was going to kill myself. one of the small details i'll never forget was the way i said it, completely void of ton

about anything, about everything and hey i promise you don't have to worry about me judging you have you seen some of the crazy shit i've written in here, i have no room to judge honestly i'm scared to enable comments because i'm afraid nobody will leave any but i just really want to hear what other people have to say

how many times am i going to have to almost die until this feeling stays?

going to walmart depresses the hell out of me. every time i go i end up feeling like giants have settled themselves down on my eyelids and are trying to whisper me to sleep. not a nice sleep, the sleep i've been having lately has been restless and littered with dreams that wake me up, either freezing and shaking or sweating and burning from the inside out. i look around and i just see this dead-end life and miserable people and i know i'm doomed to that same life, going shopping on the weekends for things i need around the house and coming home to laundry and dirty windows to wash and always having something to do i think everybody is wearing an invisible pair of sunglasses and we have to live with whichever pair we get. some lenses show the world in a bright golden light with smiles and hope around every corner. and the other ones... they just aren't the same which ones do you have on?

"Ok, you know what? Chuckanuka. That's what. Chuckanuka worries about pretty much everything under the sun. What if the phone rings when I go out? What if the mail man tries to deliver my Deluxe Ugly Earmuffs when I'm in the bathroom? Hey, I don't remember leaving the closet door open just a crack like that! What if I can't ever stop thinking about my name over and over? Chuckanuka has a pretty strange way of looking at life. Sometimes he wonders if this is all just a hologram, and on other days he wonders what's going to happen if they stop making CD players... How will I play my favorite CDs??? I have over nine of them!!! Poor Chuckanuka. Lucky Chuckanuka." well, my heart is beating differently right now. it's like it's finally beating for something instead of just aimlessly thumping and clunking the days away. hey maybe it's just the music but if it is i will listen to it forever

i'm way too upset to sleep EVER AGAIN my mind is just racing i did something stupid i went online and looked at the calories for what i had for dinner at tgi friday's (yay mother's day celebrations uum fuck) and i thought i was going to PASS OUT and i didn't even look up the dessert i'm back to losing sleep over this kind of stuff what is going to happen to me i don't really want to get better right now always comparing i hate this, the thoughts are saying "she wouldn't eat like that you better make up for it tomorrow" i am having a shitty week right now and it's all because of food what a joke something i regret: look my little gold bracelet says the word hope on it i'm not going to lie i did that on purpose but yeah the damage was done around christmas when i had just been admitted to mirasol and things were going not so hot for me, i know what people think now when they see my wrist and i can't decide whether i'm more amused by t

i'm not as brave as i thought 'cause my heart gets broken so easily so just be gentle, be gentle with me i'm a hopeless romantic, my fingers are always crossed and my heart is always a'dreamin!

okay so last night was admittedly not my best night. and obviously neither is tonight since it is saturday and i'm at home blogging.... :( i really shouldn't stay up late, i end up slipping into this sort of tired numbness or numb tiredness i'm not really sure which or if they're even different. if i sit and let my mind wander it always comes back to a bunch of ghosts sitting in a circle counting the freckles spread across the bridge of their nose and their shivering shoulders, and then i'll stop caring about the world and my life and i'll *****. whenever i [do something dumb] i have these wild out of control dreams where i'm driving on the freeway and i can't control my car. last night was the worst. i dreamt i was driving and there was a motorcyclist stopped in front of me and my brakes wouldn't work and i hit him hard and crushed him/his bike. his legs were broken and all bending the wrong direction and i just kept saying i'm sorry i'm sor

i can't stop i hate myself ugh so grossssssssss help me help me help me help me help me

to open up my mouth and say anything i mean, i don't mean anything i like to collage because words alone fail me sometimes sometimes i close my eyes and i see a pale girl with long messy wavy hair tangled around her (bony) shoulders, there are dark circles under her eyes like she hasn't slept in days and she's gaunt, she's so gaunt but she's so lovely, like a small sculpture of ivory clay, only the artist didn't have enough clay so he decided to make her as big around as the pen he used to draw two lovers sitting on a park bench with their fingers laced together as perfect as the laces on your favorite old sneakers she's peeling polish off her fingernails and her lips are cracked and dry and she's sitting almost naked on the floor in her bathroom and she knows she's the only one in the house but she's careful not to make a sound. and always she's thinking, thoughts are racing around in her mind so fast and loud that soon they have to come out

this band is my #1 guilty pleasure i allow myself to indulge from time to time. it makes me feel a little better if i mention that they're from my hometown and i liked them way before they became known as eye candy and little tween girls started kissing their pictures OKAY I LIKED THEM BEFORE THEY WERE COOL people ask me what i like and i say, well i don't know. i like riding horses and photography and writing and music. and running, i like running. but that is so basic. if you really wanted to know, i like freckles and dimples and nice hands. i like when i don't forget to take my antidepressants, breathing is so much easier. i like fragile things and things that glow in the dark, and butterflies in my stomach. i like epiphanies and i like driving at night because your headlights make it so other people can't see you in your car dancing and singing along to the radio. i like poetic people whose words seem to be made out of more than just letters, like every word has its

do you want it enough? your life it's not fair, you know so many people have their lives stolen from them when they would give anything for just one more day, one more breath and here we are wasting time, life, breath who the fuck do we think we are?

breathing ice again gasping there is not enough air here