When will I wake up and realize you’ll never wake up.

I’m not sure how I feel lately.

A part of me is 99% sure you are who you are. You’ll never change and be the person I want.

How dare I even want to change you. You deserve someone who loves you how you are.

I want to many improvements from you and who knows if thats selfish or understandable? I’ll probably never know.

But after all our talks and revelations you haven’t woken up. You haven’t fought for me like I want you to.

I’m still waiting and yearning for something I’ll never get from you. When will I wake up and realize you’ll never wake up.

What’s the purpose of my pre-birth plan

I once went to this medium’s workshop about ‘learning to love letting go’.

It was very short notice and seemed as though it wasn’t meant to be. All the spots were filled when I reached out to her but the day before.

Randomly someone couldn’t make it at the last minute so I got a unknown call while I was huffing and puffing at the gym. I almost didn’t answer and totally forgot about that workshop but something in me told me to answer so I did and I was immediately confused at what to do.

I am not good at plans being sprung on me when I haven’t mentally prepared for them. But it was like fate was telling me to go. So I anxiously went. I thought it was so cool how she “the medium or psychic” said she was compelled to notify me of the sudden opening.

I started to think I was special and that maybe she would have some more things she was compelled to tell me even tho it wasn’t that king of workshop.

She didn’t offer any kind of soul comforting, path conformation or advise to me personally like I was hoping but that costs money. So I guess I wasn’t special enough to have them her offer it up for free like the spirits were compelling her like I have seen on the Long Island medium.

Please tell me…{me} you don’t really believe that lady on tv?!?

Anyways one think I took from the workshop was the medium did say something about how every one creates a life for themselves/ our story. Because in heave or the spirit world or whatever, every thing is so easy and peaceful and boring. So we create a pre-birth plan. To help us grow and have experience that make us who we are meant to be.

The medium said to look at all the bad in your life and instead of think “why is this happening to me” think “what am I supposed to learn from this”

Im really currently trying to figure out what I am supposed to learn / grow from everything going on in my life right now.

Tomorrow is Christmas even and my dog could very well be needing to be put down tomorrow. She hasn’t eaten since Tuesday I believe and watching her continue to refuse food and have no energy is a terrible thing to watch. I have already spent $200 at the vet and all her blood work is normal so tomorrow I’ll most likely be spending big bucks (I don’t have/ hello more debt) on more serious tests and after all that I’ll probably have to spend more just to humanely put her down.

She is my best friend and a big part of my daily routine and happiness.

She is my distraction from my terrible relationship with my boyfriend which I can’t seem to find a way out of.

So I just keep asking my self if what that medium lady says is true why the FUCK did I choose all this to be happening to me right now with tomorrow being Christmas Eve.

Just what am I supposed to learn from this.

Maybe that taking a Xanax,a bath, and writing is a good way to calm down for a hour before I try an sleep in a bit before the madness of tomorrow begins of trying to figure out what’s wrong with my furchild.

I Think I Hate Weed

I think I hate weed. I tried so hard to like it.

Rarely did I ever get anxiety and insomnia relief which I have been trying go use it for.

Usually I get anxiety and odd morbid thoughts. Once I got twitchy and was just so high I thought I was stuck in a state of autism.

I must be super sensitive to it. I tried the strains with CBD in it to not be as psychiactive and I literaly only smoked the smallest amount (like a flys’ wing weighs more than the dust of weed I smoked) yet I still get anxious.

I wanted so badly to be able to just take a hit when my monthly cramps are killing me… to take a hit when I need help falling asleep… to take a hit when I want my anxiety to go away.

Weed just doesnt do it for me sadly.

The little things 

There are so many little things you won’t do for me it’s starting to really add up. I am often left wondering what you do DO? 

These little things are things a boyfriend should do for a girlfriend. 

It makes me come to the conclusion that… You just don’t love me like {that} to do the little things for me or you just don’t want to do then no matter if you love me like {that} or not. 

I can’t settle for a guy who can’t do even the littlest of things for me; 

Scared

I need to make an appointment with my old therapist. I can feel myself slipping. 

My life is somewhat chaotic lately and surprisingly I haven’t completely lost it yet. 

A part of me wants to just lose all my marbles because me just barely hanging on to this ledge is a daunting thing.

I say that but it must not be true because I feel like if it was and I am willing to loose it all than nothing should scare me and give me this much anxiety. 

Yet I am scared of so much…

Oh the joys of insomnia 

My mind won’t be still and I feel how I imagine a cranky baby feels. 

Just an overall slight discomfort, inability to fall asleep and the littlest of things are majorly bothering me (such as the itchy dry state of my skin, the height of my pillow options and the wrinkled fabric I lay on)

I imagine a baby has all this energy yet the inability to spend it due to their inability to move aside from wiggling. 

I have been pretty inactive today due to being depressed and just watching tv, recovering from putting down my 20 year old cat yesterday. 

On days where I am more active I usually sleep better. It seems like such a no brainer putting that conclusion together. 

Another conclusion I have is based off the fact that I seem to be able to fall asleep almost any time and place during the day (almost). 

So I figured out that during the day I am not focused/pressured to fall asleep but at night the pressure is on. 

Lastly I seem to be unable to sleep at night due to all the the damn technology. Lights and TVs blaring and my iPhone begging to be used for mindless indulgences. 

So it seems I might not have so much insomnia as just poor control over my daily life. 

I can choose to medicate the problem or I can choose to fix the causes; 

When the time comes…

I loved you so much… more than anyone before…

But maybe I fell in love with a stranger… maybe I fell in love with my own  in·cli·na·tions of who you were…

Maybe who you truly are and who I wanted you to be are not the same… 

Maybe I thought you would open up and show me the you behind your mystery wall but I fear I have actually just been trying to change who you are. 

Trying to change a person is such a terrible and unproductive thing to do… A thing in which I want no knowing part in…

I want you to be who you truly are… I want to love a person for who they truly are… 

I am not the same naive girl who fell in love with you 4+ years ago… 

You are a great guy and I (love) you as a person but grievously I cannot be (in-love) with the person you are… 

And I want to be with someone I am truly (in-love) with… 

I think it’s time for me to give you up as much as I do (love) you and where we came from… I can’t see where we are going…

I sadly don’t see any future beyond friendship… 

Not your stepford wife 

Decided to get to work early today to just sit in my lonely studio salon that I pay $305 a week / $1220+ a month for. I have 45 mins till my client gets here.  

Sitting here alone beats sitting at home waiting to leave for work.

 I left while you were still in the shower. Yes it was intentional. 

I am so tired of our daily goodbyes before work. 

It’s the only time we kiss and it’s more like a kiss I would give my grandma. But with you it feels so fake. I feel nothing from those goodbye kisses. I don’t look foreword to them. 

You are a stranger to me.

It’s like we are just acting our parts.

I am sorry I make a terrible stepford wife. I feel like that shallow type of life would satisfy you. 

However I require something much deeper; 

Invisible Impenetrable Walls

I want out but I can’t leave so I have to start building some invisible impenetrable walls around myself. I can’t allow you to far in anymore. 

This relationship is seriously Fuu-Uck-ING with my head. 

I have never felt more alone than in your  presence. 

I can’t ever open up to you about serious issues I’m struggling with or tell you my unique ideas and goals because 50% of the time you laugh like I am crazy or stupid. The other 50% of the time your not paying attention, say the worst thing possible or say the wrong thing.

With me it’s pretty hard for anyone to say the wrong thing if your a compassionate and listening. 

But my days of opening up to you are over. Soon you’ll be wondering why I am not sharing with you my daily life and major events. You will be the last to know anything… wondering why I didn’t come to you first! 

Hopefully your smart enough to know why and accepting enough to know it’s because you fucked up, you did this to me/us,
 you asked for this; 

Searching 

I need to write about something good. 
Lately I have been feeling too aware of all the bad in my life and in the world. I need to have something good. 
The only good I can find right now is that I am in a warm bed. The bed may not be mine and it’s not under a roof that is due to my own finances but it is warm and I do have it all to myself currently as my boyfriend passes out on the couch most nights… (heading south…next…)

Ummm… I have some ear plugs in to drown out the voice of my roommate/ brothers loud ass voice talking to a computer headset while playing some game.so that’s good. 

I don’t have a headache or any serious heath issues (that know of)  

My anxiety could be worse but it’s not so that good. 

I have this outlet (my blog) to almost truly be myself. I’m afraid to show my face or name invade it came back to haunt me in my daily life. But I hope one day I can let that fear go. 

I have a job that by some miracle allows me to at least pay my car payment and other bills. 

Fuck I can’t think of that much to lift me up right now. But to be fair I can’t think of anything to bring me that far down. 
Fuck! no, the more I think about it the more claustrophobic is my life I feel. 

Then again I always have tomorrow to start changing things.  

I can get back into working out. I’m 30 years old, 5’2 and about 128 ish lbs (it just occurred to me that Lbs is a very odd abbreviation for pounds?) so I am not overweight but I could use some toning up. Aside from looking better I am more hoping I will feel better. 
Maybe working out will exhaust my mind while giving me more stamina physically. I seem to have it switched. 
I need my mind to be more less energized while my body needs more energy/strength to get me through each day. Maybe that will fix me;