4 posts tagged “sanity”
i find myself falling back into some bad, bad habits like staying out with friends until the wee morning when i have to be up and at school at seven, haphazard eating and drinking way more coffee than water. but how can i say no to a few drinks, a head with no worries and gettin' down to some swingin' tunes. i can't. all of this and more will catch up with me rather soon, i'm sure. christopher will be here tomorrow. you know what that makes me? the happiest girl in the whole wide world, that's what. it's true. i hate being away from him, i don't much feel like a whole person. i guess that's a little dramatic, but he leaves such an empty space when he goes away that i feel like i've been deflated. i feel insatiable with people that aren't him. so i obsess over every new face, new friend, until i'm bored with them and their tired same shit different day stories. he'll be by my side starting tomorrow and for the next long while that's where he'll be and i couldn't be happier.
I just ate an entire bag of gummy bears minus the green ones because we all know they don't taste up to par with the others. I just ate the green ones now, too. I couldn't let them go to waste.Oh, no. My hormones are messing with me - as they like to do during bleed week. It's like I lose all control over my feelings and my thoughts and I know I'm losing control and can't do a thing about it. My mind freaking itself out. Oh, frustration. Let's throw in being hopelessly needy on top of all of that. I looked for apartments for a long time today. All the ones that I could afford were full. I guess that means we're all poor. It's cold, cold outside and all I want is to be warm and held and share some hot chocolate with the man I love.
Eighteen days until Chris is here with me again. I can't wait.
The past week has been a sort of roller-coaster, emotionally that is. Ocean deep talks with close friends and close strangers alike. Coming face to face with inevitable truths, and accepting that there are some things that I just can't change. People are going to do what they want to do, even if it hurts the people that love them the most. . .
I spoke with Robbie last night before bed, my head still swimming from the alcohol I'd had that evening. He made me cry some real crocodile tears, telling me that I was a good girlfriend and he afraid of how it's going to hurt me when Chris leaves. There are days when I feel like I'll be able to handle it okay, and other days. . .I'm so confused about it all. In a few ways I understand why it can't work right now [and probably ever], and even so I feel so selfish about it. So selfish. I hope that I will be able to handle it. I'm a strong girl, aren't I?
Aren't I?
We'll see I guess. I woke up too early today, my internal clock is stuck on waking me up at 8:30 if I don't have to work. I decided to go ahead and get up instead of laying in bed for another half of an hour - as is my usual style. I realized as I was groggily walking out of my bedroom that I was naked. I don't sleep naked, and I certainly don't remember taking my clothes off. No one else was awake in the house yet, so I just kept going to the shower. I bought some new shampoo last week. Burt's Bees kind. I like it a whole bunch. It makes my hair soft and smelly like pomegranates.
Mmmn.
Sometimes I find it difficult just trying to deal - be it with school, work, relationships [or the lack of reality therein], or even in the daily jive of things. Though I've spent the past month working on straightening myself out and getting myself together, there are still days that I just can't seem to control my own insanity. Example: This morning I had a mandatory meeting at my workplace from 7am - 10am, the goal being to discuss the upcoming holiday season and
A lighter, less neurotic, note: I went to the annual National Peanut Festival here in Dothan, AL for the very first time. I've lived within an hour of Dothan nearly my entire life, and have never made any real effort to attend until this year. I had an awesome time, much to my surprise. There was an initial discomfort I had to get over, but once I did I had a really good time. Mister Christopher, Cindy, Jeremy and I were able to share a gondola on the big ferris wheel - which was slightly surreal to me due to a recurring dream I've had for the past year about Mister Christopher, and myself on a ferris wheel.. It was quite nice and fun. We also had a couple of slide races and hopped on a ride called CRAZYMOUSE, which was a total blast. Overall it was a pretty amazing night.
One more question: Do actions really speak louder than words?