Corey and I have decided to break up. I'm not sure what I'm feeling right. I'm very overwhelmed; the divorce, this relationship ending, school... All of it is hard to deal with at one time.
I don't feel like writing.
Should I rename this blog?
"Already Gone" - Kelly Clarkson
Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories, they're haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye
Even with our fists held high
It never would have worked out right, yeah
We were never meant for do or die.
I didn't want us to burn out
I didn't come here to hurt you, now I can't stop.
I want you to know
It doesn't matter where we take this road
Someone's gotta go
And I want you to know
You couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on
So I'm already gone
Looking at you makes it harder
But I know that you'll find another
That doesn't always make you wanna cry
It started with the perfect kiss then
We could feel the poison set in
"Perfect" couldn't keep this love alive
You know that I love you so
I love you enough to let you go
I want you to know
It doesn't matter where we take this road
Someone's gotta go
And I want you to know
You couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on
So I'm already gone
I'm already gone, already gone
You can't make it feel right
When you know that it's wrong
I'm already gone, already gone
There's no moving on
So I'm already gone
Already gone, already gone, already gone
Already gone, already gone, already gone
Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories, they're haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye.
I want you to know
It doesn't matter where we take this road
Someone's gotta go
And I want you to know
You couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on
So I'm already gone
I'm already gone, already gone
You can't make it feel right
When you know that it's wrong
I'm already gone, already gone
There's no moving on,
So I'm already gone
Friday, November 20, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
I say things I don't mean as you mean things you don't say.
How do you base a two-year relationship on a single interview? How can you condemn a love like this to the outcome of a half hour exchange of words? If you aren't happy then fix the problem yourself; it's not my fucking fault. If there's a way I can help you then God damn it why don't you tell me?
These hot tears stain my face like your words dig in; relentless, overwhelming. I can move on and find someone who will treat me better than this but I don't want to. I want you. But my words are twisted; the emotion straining my vocal chords creates a disconnect between tone and mood.
What I'm saying is not conveying, the meaning, though I'm screaming, on the inside, comes out as lies.
I say things I don't mean as you mean things you don't say.
Our misinterpretations, are only simple representations, of a problem never fixed. How did we end up like this?
And your thoughts, have always crossed, your own mind, but not mine, so when we are introduced, hatred is produced.
Your claims, sound like blames, to me they're new, but old and lingering for you.
These hot tears stain my face like your words dig in; relentless, overwhelming. I can move on and find someone who will treat me better than this but I don't want to. I want you. But my words are twisted; the emotion straining my vocal chords creates a disconnect between tone and mood.
What I'm saying is not conveying, the meaning, though I'm screaming, on the inside, comes out as lies.
I say things I don't mean as you mean things you don't say.
Our misinterpretations, are only simple representations, of a problem never fixed. How did we end up like this?
And your thoughts, have always crossed, your own mind, but not mine, so when we are introduced, hatred is produced.
Your claims, sound like blames, to me they're new, but old and lingering for you.
Monday, November 9, 2009
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Lo siento. Y sé no hay mucho que puedo decir.
Voy a permanecer despierto toda la noche porque necesito escribir este reporte. Es para mi clase de biología. No estoy recibiendo buenos grados en escuela. Estoy triste.
Voy a permanecer despierto toda la noche porque necesito escribir este reporte. Es para mi clase de biología. No estoy recibiendo buenos grados en escuela. Estoy triste.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Corey is in town. I should be working on my laboratory report for tomorrow but I haven't posted in a while. It's October 26th... Almost November! Wow. This year has gone by so quickly. I recently found out that I have to take 6 classes next semester, plus Intermediate Spanish in the summer. Right now I've signed up to take Chemistry 2, Intro to Zoology, Sociology of the Family, Drawing, General Microbiology and The World Since 1945. I'm actually excited to take some of those classes. Drawing will be nice for me. Sociology of the Family, I think, will be my favorite class. I manipulated my other classes around the Since 1945 class because I don't know anything about history and I think I should fix that before I get to UNC and end up showing people how ignorant I am in that regard. Plus dad can always help me when I don't understand a concept. I got a 92 on my chemistry exam this morning! I was so proud. Apparently I also have a 4.0 GPA. =)
He will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear.
I keep thinking of this line as I become more and more stressed and am tempted by sinful things, such as laziness. Regardless of how stressed or frustrated I become, I know that God is there for me so that I don't have to take the easy way out.
I'm thinking of creating a separate blog to write about my interpretations of biblical verses. I think that would be good for me.
He will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear.
I keep thinking of this line as I become more and more stressed and am tempted by sinful things, such as laziness. Regardless of how stressed or frustrated I become, I know that God is there for me so that I don't have to take the easy way out.
I'm thinking of creating a separate blog to write about my interpretations of biblical verses. I think that would be good for me.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Something Cliche About Teen Angst
I really do not enjoy living with my parents. They don't really seem to understand what I'm going through. Like my grades, for instance. So far, this semester has been really disappointing to me, since I've made 2 C's, 1 B, and 3 A's. That's not a good ratio. I'm really really frustrated with myself, and whenever I report my grades to dad, he asks me if I see an A as something possible. It pisses me off since obviously an A is possible... I'm just not trying hard enough. I'm going to try harder... I may quit Panera. I need to get good grades. I can't have A's up until this point, and then suddenly add a scattering of B's.
Another thing that angers me: my mother's lifestyle. I find her so hypocritical. We're not allowed to curse, and yet whenever she's angry (like at the girls, or Facebook, or because she doesn't understand how to use her phone) she curses and screams and stomps around the house like some sort of African tribal ritual. I don't even care that I can't curse... My problem is that she acts like she can do whatever the hell she wants without consequences. And she's so immature! She SCREAMS and HITS the computer if Facebook isn't working, as if it's her staple of life. And then she gets even more pissed off when I make fun of her. I shouldn't tease but she looks ridiculous. She never used to be like this. Up until I was 15, she never had these crazy random outbursts of anger and uncalled-for bouts of rage. Now she's freaking insane. Is it a midlife crisis? Is she bipolar? I know she took antidepressants. I mean, what the hell is going on?
Dad is okay, but so uninvolved in everything. He knows maybe the surface of my life. He knows I work a lot, I go to school a lot, I don't have many friends. But beyond that? Nothing. The only times I talk to both of my parents are when they're mad at me. Like this afternoon. I borrowed mom's suitcase for my trip to Ohio and never returned it to her closet. She asked me earlier to give it back, and I was in the middle of 3 different tasks so I told her to do it herself. She flipped out and started yelling at me, so I walked off, not wanting to deal with her. Maybe 10 minutes later I put it back neatly in her closet. Then, maybe 6 hours later, she storms into dad's room, yelling about how I'm an ungrateful child and I won't even return her God-damned suitcase. I heard her yelling and came out of my room, saying that I'd already returned it and she should have checked her closet before screaming about how I'm ungrateful. She then screamed at me for not telling her I'd replaced it, then huffed off to her room, so I called her immature. Dad then asked me why I had been disrespectful to her earlier this afternoon. I started to tell him how mom was an entirely different person when he's not around, but mom ran back out of her room and said "Oh yes! Go ahead and tell him this secret of yours!" so I said "No" and she kept annoyingly demanding that I tell him whatever I had been about to tell him, so I finally went back into my room without resolving the argument.
I've become so sick of the arguments I have with my parents. They always have the same format as well. Mom is mad, mom tells dad the problem, dad confronts me, i confront mom, mom complains about how I'm ungrateful, dad asks me why I behaved how I did, I explain my situation, mom interrupts me with more bullshit excuses as to why she was in the right, and I leave because dad doesn't understand that the woman he married 18 years ago is now a psychobitch who lies and tries to get people on her side by bad-mouthing her daughter. It's all bullshit. At least I only have 4 1/2 months left. I'm really hoping Corey will be living here by then. If not then I'll just have to wait until college, whether I'm living with Corey or in a dorm.
I don't even feel as if I live here now. I do so much outside the house that I really only come here to sleep and sometimes eat when I have the time. I wonder if me wanting to keep so busy is really just me subconsciously distancing myself from the household.
I'm reading "Flowers for Algernon" and "Brave New World" in my limited free time. "Algernon" is really good. I read until when he falls in love. I'll read more on Wednesday, since I won't have time tomorrow.
There's a new nerdy kid tutor in the Skills Lab at ACC. He's smart but awkward. You know the type. His clothes are nice, he has a low level of testosterone (looks like he's a tall 10 year old,) once thought the Skills Lab was a "communist regime"... Why did he laugh after he said that? That's not funny. This stupid girl asked me when Skills Lab gets out. I asked what she meant and she said "Aren't you a student?" I said yeah, and I'm also a tutor. She then asked when everyone had to leave the Skills Lab and when class officially let out. I stared at her until I realized she thought Skills Lab was a class. ... Wth?
I'm carrying so much pent up stress and frustration and anger. I just want a break from everything, but that won't happen until October when I go to Ohio.
I need to start working on my Hox genes/evolutionary basis of Hox gene utilization in Cnidarians soon. It's going to be really hard. There's not a ton of information about it. But I'll rock the shit out of it, promise.
Typed a ton tonight. It's 1:47 AM. Time for bed.
Another thing that angers me: my mother's lifestyle. I find her so hypocritical. We're not allowed to curse, and yet whenever she's angry (like at the girls, or Facebook, or because she doesn't understand how to use her phone) she curses and screams and stomps around the house like some sort of African tribal ritual. I don't even care that I can't curse... My problem is that she acts like she can do whatever the hell she wants without consequences. And she's so immature! She SCREAMS and HITS the computer if Facebook isn't working, as if it's her staple of life. And then she gets even more pissed off when I make fun of her. I shouldn't tease but she looks ridiculous. She never used to be like this. Up until I was 15, she never had these crazy random outbursts of anger and uncalled-for bouts of rage. Now she's freaking insane. Is it a midlife crisis? Is she bipolar? I know she took antidepressants. I mean, what the hell is going on?
Dad is okay, but so uninvolved in everything. He knows maybe the surface of my life. He knows I work a lot, I go to school a lot, I don't have many friends. But beyond that? Nothing. The only times I talk to both of my parents are when they're mad at me. Like this afternoon. I borrowed mom's suitcase for my trip to Ohio and never returned it to her closet. She asked me earlier to give it back, and I was in the middle of 3 different tasks so I told her to do it herself. She flipped out and started yelling at me, so I walked off, not wanting to deal with her. Maybe 10 minutes later I put it back neatly in her closet. Then, maybe 6 hours later, she storms into dad's room, yelling about how I'm an ungrateful child and I won't even return her God-damned suitcase. I heard her yelling and came out of my room, saying that I'd already returned it and she should have checked her closet before screaming about how I'm ungrateful. She then screamed at me for not telling her I'd replaced it, then huffed off to her room, so I called her immature. Dad then asked me why I had been disrespectful to her earlier this afternoon. I started to tell him how mom was an entirely different person when he's not around, but mom ran back out of her room and said "Oh yes! Go ahead and tell him this secret of yours!" so I said "No" and she kept annoyingly demanding that I tell him whatever I had been about to tell him, so I finally went back into my room without resolving the argument.
I've become so sick of the arguments I have with my parents. They always have the same format as well. Mom is mad, mom tells dad the problem, dad confronts me, i confront mom, mom complains about how I'm ungrateful, dad asks me why I behaved how I did, I explain my situation, mom interrupts me with more bullshit excuses as to why she was in the right, and I leave because dad doesn't understand that the woman he married 18 years ago is now a psychobitch who lies and tries to get people on her side by bad-mouthing her daughter. It's all bullshit. At least I only have 4 1/2 months left. I'm really hoping Corey will be living here by then. If not then I'll just have to wait until college, whether I'm living with Corey or in a dorm.
I don't even feel as if I live here now. I do so much outside the house that I really only come here to sleep and sometimes eat when I have the time. I wonder if me wanting to keep so busy is really just me subconsciously distancing myself from the household.
I'm reading "Flowers for Algernon" and "Brave New World" in my limited free time. "Algernon" is really good. I read until when he falls in love. I'll read more on Wednesday, since I won't have time tomorrow.
There's a new nerdy kid tutor in the Skills Lab at ACC. He's smart but awkward. You know the type. His clothes are nice, he has a low level of testosterone (looks like he's a tall 10 year old,) once thought the Skills Lab was a "communist regime"... Why did he laugh after he said that? That's not funny. This stupid girl asked me when Skills Lab gets out. I asked what she meant and she said "Aren't you a student?" I said yeah, and I'm also a tutor. She then asked when everyone had to leave the Skills Lab and when class officially let out. I stared at her until I realized she thought Skills Lab was a class. ... Wth?
I'm carrying so much pent up stress and frustration and anger. I just want a break from everything, but that won't happen until October when I go to Ohio.
I need to start working on my Hox genes/evolutionary basis of Hox gene utilization in Cnidarians soon. It's going to be really hard. There's not a ton of information about it. But I'll rock the shit out of it, promise.
Typed a ton tonight. It's 1:47 AM. Time for bed.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
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I feel so bad every day and I don't know how to make it stop. Should I talk to someone? I just want to break down and cry but where does that get me? No where. But I hate this feeling that I have... I can't shake it hard as I try... I mean, it's occurred every day at least once and I just cannot escape it. Pictures make me cry. I just want it to stop. How am I supposed to continue on in my life with this? I can't move on until I'm over it! So what do I do?!? There's no one that I can talk to who would help me. Not Corey, not Marena... I don't know who to turn to and it's killing me. I just want to feel normal... To not dwell on things like I am now. If I could go back I swear I would... If I could forget it ever happened then I would do anything to forget. But I can't do that! So what are my options? I have none. Coming to terms with this is impossible by myself. I don't know what to do. But I feel so bad.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Quick Update!!!
Kk so I got a round trip flight for Ohio from the 9th to the 14th. Then Corey will be here like 10 days later for about a week or so. Sounds good!
It just occurred to me that I could rejoin my old gym (only one of the three locations this time) and easily work their classes into my schedule. If I did that then my week would look like this:
Sunday:
9:30 am - run
10:30 am - yoga
Possibly work at abercrombie.
Monday:
9:00-1:15 pm - school
Work at abercrombie.
Tuesday:
9:30-4:00pm - school
Work at abercrombie.
Wednesday:
9:00-1:15 pm - school
6:35 pm - run
7:35 pm - kickboxing
Thursday:
9:30-4:00 pm - school
6:30 pm - body sculpt
7:30 pm - yoga
Friday:
9:00-1:15 pm - school
Work at Panera.
Saturday:
Work at abercrombie.
Work at Panera.
Sounds good, yeah? I'll see if I can talk my parents into paying for it... Maybe if I offer for this to be my Christmas and birthday present?
It just occurred to me that I could rejoin my old gym (only one of the three locations this time) and easily work their classes into my schedule. If I did that then my week would look like this:
Sunday:
9:30 am - run
10:30 am - yoga
Possibly work at abercrombie.
Monday:
9:00-1:15 pm - school
Work at abercrombie.
Tuesday:
9:30-4:00pm - school
Work at abercrombie.
Wednesday:
9:00-1:15 pm - school
6:35 pm - run
7:35 pm - kickboxing
Thursday:
9:30-4:00 pm - school
6:30 pm - body sculpt
7:30 pm - yoga
Friday:
9:00-1:15 pm - school
Work at Panera.
Saturday:
Work at abercrombie.
Work at Panera.
Sounds good, yeah? I'll see if I can talk my parents into paying for it... Maybe if I offer for this to be my Christmas and birthday present?
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