Can’t sleep, yo.
Tomorrow I need to be up by later. Meaning tomorrow is now, and in approximately 4 hours I need to get up and fix my life lol. We’re welcoming new students to Columbia. About to encourage those new to the challenge and remember how far I’ve come in spite of everything I’ve gone through. All my choices, all my mistakes; but I choose to learn.
Even if being whoever I was before now was easier, at least I know I have a purpose. Yes, we will all have horrible times in our lives where we feel like the ability to comprehend the reason and purpose for those times are obsolete. Yet we keep on; we have no choice but to keep on. Some may lose focus on their purpose, others may get side tracked. It will always be there, though.
I used to want to blame other people “ruining” my emotional well-being, but I forget that I have a bigger responsibility to myself. I am in control of how I react. I am responsible for how I treat other people.
Yes, I’m a little piece of work too. Nobody said I was perfect. I’m just good at dishing advise I don’t take, which–by the heckin way–everyone is. 😏
It’s good to feel like you have the ability to lift blame off of your shoulders and place it on others, but some do the complete opposite, too.
How others choose to be to you has nothing to do with you. That’s in their control.
How things become and how things end up–no matter how unfortunate or tragic things end up being–is not entirely dependent on you. (Leaving that open, because it doesn’t just fall under life here, but also around the world at all times and different eras).
You choose. You pursue. You fight for it, if it’s worth it.
And if it’s not?
You had fun. 🤙🏼
Oh the Broken-hearted.
Spent their time pouring affection onto people who don’t reciprocate, or recognize that their feelings are genuine; that they just want someone to pour their heart into and love.
And now they’re stuck hurting because people can’t love them the same way they expect. They expect. Don’t expect.
It’s difficult when you spend a lot of time letting people know you care, that you’re always there, that time will pass but your emotions will be the same. And now you’re slowly going insane. Because they can’t do what you’ve intended for them to do. It isn’t fair to them; is it, to you?
We break our own hearts by handing them to people who can’t do the same for us.
No wonder some of us numb ourselves.
It’s so easy to say, “don’t give up, love will come.”
It won’t. It never will. Some have to pursue it, and other times it just stays still.
So then those who are trapped with nothing end up hating. Being miserable. Projecting hate onto those who don’t understand why. And yet we all sigh, we all sigh.
So I’m tired. I’ll just be still.
And I personally accept the fact that I should just watch idly by. And not pursue. And not wait. And not expect, and not hate. I don’t know if I was made to have a mate.
If I end up alone, I guess I’ll be fine.
No one wants to end up with a crazy; no one wants to be just mine.
Any emotion one feels emanates.
You can see it in my eyes. You can see it on my smile. Whether it be joy, sadness, pain, or excitement, you feel it by observing.
And yet all I feel is a void that’s missing feeling. It’s numb. It lingers from inside your chest, out into your arms, your forearm, your wrist. It takes over your hand, and your fingers feel warm at the tips. I feel it, and I hate it.
My dad was right. I need to stop being too happy because everything will be balanced out with pain.
But now I can’t genuinely enjoy joy, or peace; I await the arrival of sadness and chaos. How morbid. Don’t be like me.
I have 5 layers of blankets. It’s summer. It simulates a hug. Simulates comfort. An embrace that I may not ever find. By inanimate objects that can’t rewind.
Don’t be stuck in my mind, it’s no fun there. Everyday is a struggle to have fun. Everyday is not a fairytale. Thanks for telling me that, &$)@.
I’ll just go to sleep. Sleep usually fixes it. Usually. Fixes. It.
Hi, it’s Lo.
So today I’m supposed to write a 12 page paper about geisha. I chose this topic because I feel like there needs to be more awareness about how it is slowly dwindling in appreciation. I’m not saying it’s not getting the attention it needs, but I decided to choose this object for my final paper.
My question is, why am I writing on here instead of writing my paper?
I don’t know.
Maybe I just needed a quick break from thinking about things that I just need to observe, and not try to change. I have this powerlessness that whatever I try will fail, and I end up being right.
But what if I keep writing my musings? Maybe someday I will find purpose. Stop the sadness that constantly visits my thoughts, even in the midst of times that are supposed to make me happy.
It’s kind of sad. Haha.
I don’t know if anyone will ever care about what I write here, or what impact it can make. But this life just seems so bland. Once all the highs are over, what’s next? Give to others? I’ve done that. Do what I want to do? I’ve tried that and have failed so far–or am still working on it.
It’s really difficult when I’m alone with my thoughts most of the time. I just wish that sometimes I could explain it to another person, so they know I’m not just morbid all the time. I just need reminding that things will eventually be better.
Just like you need that reminder too.
So I’ll remind you, while I wait for my reminder.
Sometimes we think pushing people away before they push us away is a good move.
But it’s difficult not to, when you’re so used to being the one left. Neglected. Cheated on. Left in the dark.
So you build this wall.
And then think no one can tear it down, because you’ve done a great job pushing people away so far.
But you get that one person.
Who keeps on trying to get through to you. Patient, awaiting your episode to calm. Awaiting your anger to subside. Awaiting you to become your happy you again.
So they can share their happy with you.
Don’t push them away. You’ll just hurt yourself. Because if they do leave, then you’re done.
Be happy now. Be miserable when things are worse. You never know what life places on your dinner plate.
Lots and lots of challenges, but your awesomeness will quell and conquer it.
So don’t push people away. Push your negative thoughts away. Your insecure voices. Enjoy the now.
You never know when the last moment you have with that person will be.