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Saturday, July 11, 2009

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 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.

 Posted 7/11/2009 3:02 AM - 34 Views - 8 eProps - 4 comments

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Hunny, You may have changed since you were a kid, hell, maybe since you just moved down here, but that's what happens. It's called "growing up." You might think that you have become more shy, lost some confidence (for Bob knows what reasons), and pretty much feel like you don't deserve to live, but you are sadly mistaken. When I first met you and started to get to know you, I thought, "wow she's like that girl next door. The one that all the guys secretly want to be with." and you know what? You still are. Half the time, I want to be a little more like you. Sometimes, you aren't as confident as I would like you to be, but you know what, that can be a good thing. I'm not saying that it's good to hate how you look/act because you are gorgeous no matter how much you deny it, but walking about as if you are the "bomb" isn't the way to go either. You just need to find a balance between the two. But don't let HIM or anyone else bring you down. People will always try to make you feel like crap about who you are, if you let them. You just need to be strong, believe in yourself, and listen to your friends (HINT HINT!) when they tell you things (like how B.E.A.utiful you are)...

Here's a little bit of advice, guys will always hurt you. The first guy tends to be the worst. But the scars that he left on you will fade and hopefully you'll be able to feel alive once more. Maybe get a taste of who you once were? I hope your healing process goes a little easier this time around. I love you Jany.
Posted 7/11/2009 3:43 AM by katchild Xanga True Member - reply

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Today I decided to go through some old pictures while I waited for my mom's flight to come in...The first one I pulled up was of my 7th birthday party. My mother threw a big party for me at the house with cake, ice cream, and oddly enough, pizza. My father was there...he got me a CD and cassette player that I still have today -- I'm staring at the thing right now. But this picture is just a picture of me standing at the front door with my first love, a girl named Caitlin. It's funny, the first time I found this picture I didn't recognize her. I just stared at the photo thinking, "Wow she is beautiful, who was that girl?"

But you know what's also in this picture? Me, standing there in a horrid red polo shirt with pizza sauce on my face, getting ready to say goodbye to the girl I wouldn't spend more than 3 hours with for the rest of my life. (Honestly, after that day I only got to see her rarely, and those few times were only for an hour or two.) But when I was seven, things were easier. To play with my friends, I just walked walked over to their house and rang the doorbell. Now, I have to coordinate meetings with them several days in advance and call or text all of them to make sure that we can all make time to be together.

Things were definitely easier back then, yeah. But I wouldn't trade anything I have today to go back there. My friend Caitlin is married to a guy named Tyler Greenfield...and they have a son. When I was a child, I always thought her and I would end up together and we'd be able to tell our grandkids how we met on a school bus when we were only five years old. Things usually don't go the way we want them to, but if I had stayed in Delaware with Caitlin, I wouldn't have had the chance to be the person I am now. The scars that define me would be gone, and who knows what kind of monstrosity I could've turned into somewhere down the road. They say alcoholism is hereditary...

But Janira, the point is, don't be afraid of what you've become...in this world, there are so many variables that can affect our personality somewhere down the line, but we all have a purpose. And there IS someone up there pulling the strings, shaping us into the people we will become. Of this, I am certain.

And lastly...that last line of your post is a horrible lie, and it hurts me that you could even think it, let alone write it. How much longer are you going to remain blind to the truth?
Posted 7/11/2009 11:59 AM by Superman_aka_NEPP - reply

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Hey Sweets!


Everyone pretty much wrote what I would like to say so I guess I'll say what they don't or won't say. Sweets you are a beautiful young woman who has been hurt much to deep by the boy she loves. I say boy because a young man wouldn't have hurt you so deep and given you such flimsy excuses. But that is something that I think you are understanding little by little and isn't really any of my business. However, what is my business is you.


When I met you in tenth grade I didn't really think we would be friends this long, but I'm so glad we are. You have no idea what having a friend like you means to me. As a freshman I didn't really have many friends, I mean I talked to some people hung out with them, but I couldn't talk to them as I could you. I think you, Kat, and Derrick were my first true friends. The kind of friends that have stuck by me for years and I hope continue to. Sweets I don't think I would have made it through so many things with out you. There are things I tell you that I don't tell the others and talking to you gives me another perspective.


You say you've changed and you can't stand to look at yourself, but I see you and I love you for who you have become. You have long stop being a child, you are a young woman with the insecurities of a young woman. Just because you aren't who you once were doesn't mean you have to be disgusted. I love everything about you. You are a kind, smart, funny, beautiful, sensitive girl with a beautiful heart. Just because you aren't as confident or as out going as you once were doesn't mean that you have become a horrible person. I know that you are working hard in changing your self, but all you really have to do is accept your self and better what you don't like.


If you take one thing from this just take that you aren't defined by what you were once, it is by who you are becoming. Even if you aren't happy with who you are you should know that we are pretty darn happy with you.


I love you (you really are my favorite)

Posted 7/12/2009 12:47 AM by Crimson_Tears_Kill - reply

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Hello linda, it's Nancy again.  I know I don't know you for that long and don't have any rights to give you advises but since your story sound a lot like mine I felt related or bound to you some how.  You said that you are not that girl anymore, well let me tell you what... you are wrong!  It's like someone who learn a different language as a child and never use it again.  You could say you don't speak it any more but it's in the back of your head and as you start using it it becomes more and more live on you. Let's do a test, I beat that right now you are not thinking of any songs but with the right words you can recall a song form your childhood that you can remember from begining to end and you'll say "I can believe I still remember it".  I had a friend who was black belt in Karate and had the body of the hulk (actually we used to call him hulk).  He was never violent although he could kill you with his pinky but one day someone in a school a guy slapped his sister in the face so hard that broke her tooth and her lips with that and he lost it.  He kick that guy's ass and 5 or his friends that try to stop him, it took a few teachers and other big guys at the school to hold him down and they had to tie him with a rope in order to hold him down. 


How does that refer to you...  We have a common enemy (the devil) and he knows your potential in God's hands.  He is master of disguys (not sure of spelling for disfraces) he has to tie you up with layers and layers of things so you feel that you can't do anything.  Sorry to sound like a preacher but you need some help and your help is GOD.  I don't know your background but I feel that you must have a lot of potential in God's hands and that's why the devil is trying to hold you down and tie you up so you feel useless.  Maybe as a child you went to church or maybe you know people who does and the enemy knows that you will go one day.  You have a POWERFULL tool in you, you are a writer and were must of the people go to look for answers to BOOKS.  Books is one of the tools that will never been defeted, why you thing the Bible, THE WORD OF GOD, was WRITTEN instead of left in the head and memory of the people, God may have rely in his power to let people get His Word in their heads by a miracle, but He chosen to WRITE IT DOWN.  You will influence a lot of people and have the power to make them think the way you want.  That's what the devil knows and he wants you controlled by him, but if you turn around and say NO, I'll only let my head controlled by God, you will be able to start braking that cocoon and let tha beutiful butterfly inside FREE.  Don't let the enemy tie you up, ask for God's help, after all he created you and gave you the talent you have. 


Just in case you haven't realized the talent you have, think about a movie or a book and how sometimes the writer makes you feel in favor of a bad guy.  Perfect example, I just started to see a series called "Dexter"  I have only seen 4 episodes but I already love the main caracter and rule for him and get this "HE'S A SERIAL KILLER" how crazy is that.  That's the power of the writers, THAT'S YOUR POWER, don't let the enemy control it, let God guide your hands and your life.


I love you girl, please think positive and realized that once you get out of the cocoon you will be amazing, but you have to brake that cocoon, that's what give you the strengh to keep on.

Posted 7/17/2009 1:31 PM by Narroyopr - reply


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