| | So I'm sitting here at work, having busted my balls for the last 5 hours or so and a song came on that reminded me of being a kid. I've always been a melodramatic individual, even as far back as 4th grade. I remember my first crush moved away over the summer... the little mixed boy I had a crush on.
I'm sure most of you have heard of him. Emilio Stokes. The one that we'd play Santa's workshop outside and I'd sit with my friends and pick honeysuckles for "Christmas presents" while he ran around the basketball courts with my other friends and a jump rope, which they'd pretend to be a reindeer pulled sleigh. I used to be so excited cause I was Ms.Claus and he was Santa. It made my life content at the age of 9 or 10.
Once he moved away I think my little CF heart broke. I was never really boy crazy. Sure, I was into porn pretty young but I had guy issues much like I do now so it was a big things for me to like a boy at that age. Once he moved, that summer I listened to that Expose song on repeat. I vividly remember traveling to Pennsylvania with my cassette single, and singing in the backseat.
"As long as the stars shine down From the heavens Long as the rivers run to the sea I'll never get over you getting over me "
A little overly dramatic, ne ? Especially for a boy I never told that I liked him, or that I even doubted knew I had a thing for him. But I remember listening to that all summer and crying a lot. As if he was my meant to be soulmate. As if the world had come crashing down around me.
Has my reactions to life really changed that much since ? Haha. That's debatable. But at least I can see the humor in it now.
I feel strange today. I told a bunch of people I needed space that I talk to on a normal basis. They're too dramatic and I just don't feel like I can handle being in the middle of stupid shit right now. It's been maybe 12 hours and I feel a sense of myself returning. How strange.
It's funny. I see things sometimes people don't want to admit and when they overlook these things I tend to get throughly frustrated. Last night was a bad mental night. Savannah, which is this girl I talk to everyday set me off because she... just allows herself to be constantly treated like shit by this guy who doesn't give a shit about her except when his other friends aren't around. He's such a drama queen and I'm pretty sure he's gay. Sav is bi herself. I... just don't get it.
I mean I remember being blinded by things like that. But... I completely thought she had learned and I was helping her through. I even completely was ready to break up our little online group over it and then after I go through shit she decides she is going to talk to his little pansy ass after all.
I don't know why this set something off in me but it did. I don't know why I allow myself to get attached to people so easily sometimes. It's funny with as much energy as I spend trying to run away from people, how often I find myself attached to people's presence, whether I speak to them often or not.
Once I trust someone, I always trust wholeheartedly even against my better judgement. My father always pulled this on me. And he still does once in awhile. Telling me one thing and then never following through. The frustrating thing is though, as much as I tell myself not to trust him... if he came to me today and said "I love you, and I'm gonna do this for you and the family wants to do that with you..", whatever lie it turned out to be... I would believe him. All because it's what I want to believe. It's what my heart wants to hear.
Why do we always look for this acceptance when we know it's not good for us ? I wish I knew. As I was laying and crying over a bunch of things last night, I thought of grandma. I though about how lonely I've felt since she died. I never really thought about it before, but there's a physical loss I've been feeling without her. The only person I've ever been so affectionate with. Sometimes I just really miss having someone to hug and kiss.
Sometimes I want someone in my life just to hold and lay against. But, I don't want them, because I hate me so much that I think everyone else will too. Most of it is my own physical appearance, but I'm just uncomfortable with who I am in general. And... no matter how much my looks change or I feel like I grow, these insecurities remain. Sometimes I wonder if they'll ever go away. Why is what i see so ugly ? Why do I have these feelings for myself ? Why can't I learn to love me as easily as others do ?
How come I always have more questions than answers ? *sigh*
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