| | So I'm about ready to explode. I am just not understanding what is going on in my head lately-- OK that's a lie I know.
As per usual I'm in another downward spiral that I've been trying to desperately not fall into; But, of course, nothing's working. I literally want to claw my way out of my own skin. I'm back down to 2 seconds in my How-Long-Can-I-Look-In-The-Mirror-Without-Being-Utterly-Disgusted-And-Turn-Away score. I just can't stand too many things about myself.
Originally I wasn't going to update until I finished my current Xanga project, but I needed to type SOMETHING before I completely lost it and The Project is still going to take too long to wait. It's an entry that's going to cover the better part of four years of my life and I'm still working on the first. For those who haven't heard, or haven't figured it out, it's a post that will hopefully help me say goodbye to Charles and all thoughts of him and finally make me move on. But so far it has been the hardest thing I have ever had to do. Reliving everything... everything... all over again... I still love him so much... but I don't want him to be able to hurt me anymore. I haven't spoken to him in a month or so, and yet I still see him in my dreams, I still think about him far too much, I still have old texts of his saved on my phone [which actually infuriates me that I don't have the strength to delete them yet], And my heart still breaks because of him...
I don't want him to be able to do this to me anymore...
He doesn't want me and so I don't want to care so damn much anymore...
I don't want to end up like Jaunae and have my mind and heart manipulated over and over by him years down the road.
He got his ticket out and I want mine.
I don't want this hurt anymore.
So even though it's breaking me, crushing me, angering me, and ripping me apart to write everything I ever went through with him -- good and bad and horrible and wonderful -- I need to write it. I need to get it all out and then never look back again.
I need Xanga to help me as it always has...
I need Xanga to help me let him go... for good.
But, damnit, my thoughts and emotions going out of control and overwhelming me is not what I need right now. It's only making so many things worse. I don't want to feel this way, I wish I never did, but I can't remember the last time I was perfectly happy with myself -- my entire self, just as I am....
Actually... I don't think I ever was after we moved.... I do remember... I remember third grade... I remember my school... my classmates... my assignments... my tricks for multiplying by nine... my best friends... Nakisha... my cousins... my school uniform that all the girls hated... I was happy then...
But not since then.
I used to be the girl the entire school loved to be friends with. I used to be the girl who spoke to the new-kids first and ended the alienation between them and the classmates. I used to be the girl everyone came to to have fun or for help. I used to be the girl everyone wanted around. I used to be the girl who was so confident in herself that she never had a negative thought cross her mind unless it was worry over someone else. I used to be the girl who played outside with her stuffed animals and rolled down grassy hills. I used to be the girl who would imagine cupping the hand of God and running down the sidewalk to show him my next new trick or game. I used to be the girl who danced in a sea of bubbles with her friends. I used to be the girl who wasn't afraid of anything.
I used to be the girl who loved herself and imagined incredible futures with incredible people...
But I'm not that girl anymore. I don't even think she's inside me anymore.
I'm now the young woman who is constantly haunted with self doubt and insecurities. I'm the young woman who now can't approach strangers and speak unless I'm in a store uniform. I'm the young woman who now can't even face herself in the mirror without turning away in disgust. I'm the young woman who can't comprehend why anyone would waste their time with her. I'm the young woman who can't imagine a future, much less a future with someone along side her. I'm the young woman who has to fight tears from falling even when she's among friends. I'm the young woman who has self-mutilating thoughts about herself on a frequent basis. I'm the young woman who had to stop herself from scratching at her own face until blood was drawn.
I'm the young woman who doesn't feel deserving of the life she has always wanted and will never have.
I don't know what to do with myself anymore. As if my own thoughts and emotions weren't overwhelming enough, I had another trigger. Perfectly innocent words set off a chain of memories that FREAKED. ME. OUT. I couldn't stop thinking of so many things at once and ended up with a migraine that left me wanting to dig my nails into my skull.
I wish my nails weren't cut and trimmed recently. I want to slash at my stomach.
Urgh. I need to stop. I need to stop. I need to stop.
God I'm still thinking about Him. I don't want to. I don't want to. I'm afraid to close my eyes and (try) to sleep... His voice still haunts me... His scent still lingers... His arms still taunt me with the embraces I will never have again...
I can't sleep.
Because He's still there.
He's always there.
But I don't want Him to be anymore...
Because I know he doesn't want to be here.
God help me.
I'm so tired.
I'm so angry.
I'm so stressed.
I'm so disgusting.
Why can't I be better?
Why can't I change?
Why can't I be someone I could stand?
Why can't I just...
be different?
I hate who I am.
But who else could I possibly be?
This is me.
And who would want someone like me?
Like this?
No one.
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