Saturday, 17 July 2010

  • In a perfect world..

    Last night I had a dream.
    I dreamed that I was beautiful, that he loved me, that I was thin.
    I dreamed that I was happy and healthy and always good.
    I dreamed that I could fly, and sing, and dance forever.
    I dreamed that the world was perfect.
    I dreamed that there was no more pain, no more hunger, no more fear.
    I dreamed that there was no more illness, no sadness, no death.
    I dreamed that negative emotions did not exist.
    I dreamed that everyone in the world was who they wanted to be.
    I dreamed that no more children starved, no more families were destroyed.
    I dreamed that every person had a house and love.
    I dreamed that the air wasn't toxic and the Earth was dying.
    I dreamed that war did not exist.
    I dreamed that there was no religion.
    I dreamed that there was no abuse of people or animals.
    I dreamed that all souls found their own heaven, paradise on earth.
    I dreamed that we all loved each other.
    I dreamed that there was no money, no government--we didn't need these things.
    I dreamed..
    And then I woke.

    And so began my daily life of fear and hatred and sorrow,
    In a world where dreams do not come true...

Wednesday, 07 July 2010

  • Take this breath for the lives we waste, for the hollow souls we own..

    Apologies for the long delay in updating.  I've been.. away.  Busy.. I'm back at horseback riding.  It feels.. good.  I miss the horses so much, it hurt.  I ride the most beautiful gelding in the world, twice a week.  He's a 16HH draft mix, 10 years old.  A lovely creature to behold, with a lovely personality to match him.

    I went with my ex to see Cirque du Soleil a few days ago.  It's been a dream of mine to see them in person, live, up close, ever since I first saw them when I was 4.  13 years later, that dream comes true.  What a wonderful production.. It was designed special for the location, to fit in with the Festival this year.  And even better news; they are coming back for another two years to perform during the Festival.  I am so happy.. I cried during the performance--when they first started, and then again when the silk climber was doing his act.  I always wanted to silk climb..

    My best friend moved away about a week ago.  She now lives over the water from me.  3 hours drive.. but a drive my family is not willing to make to let me see her.  Her, and this wonderful boy she has introduced me to..  Tell me, ladies.. Have you ever wanted to leave someone you were entirely happy with, simply because you met someone who fits a dream you had?  This boy she's introduced me to.. he's romantic and caring and sweet, willing to do anything and everything to please the one he loves.  The downfall in it is that he suffers from bipolar disorder.  I hear so many bad things.. Has anyone you know or you yourself had a successful relationship with someone who has bipolar disorder?   And then there's my friend, too.. She wants him for herself, and he isn't really interested in her.  I'm scared that if I were to date him, she would hate me.  What should I do?  Stay with Anthony..?  Leave for the bipolar romantic?  I don't know anymore..  Advice?

    I don't even want to talk about my weight.  I'm disgusted with myself, as usual.  I'm weighing high again, and can't stop eating.  It's a comfort thing.  So many changes, so much stress.  I couldn't find work this summer, and so my mother nags me about that.  I had extreme difficulty finishing school.  The anxiety is becoming too much.. My family is always fighting with my brother now.  Always. I need out.  But I can't leave.  Maybe.. Maybe next summer.. that boy that my friend introduced me to.. Maybe he would take me in..

    I will be alone for two days while my family travels. I will not eat during then.  I will be skinny again.  I will be beautiful.  This fat has got to go, and it has to do go now.  At least I'm building muscle tone from the riding..  I will be weightless by school next year. 

    Meal Plans for the next few days:
    Thursday
    Whatever mom makes: less than 300 calories of it.

    Friday
    First day of fast.  0 calories.

    Saturday
    Second day of fast.  0 calories.

    Sunday
    Last day of fast. 0 calories.

    Hopefully, I drop some good weight on that..

    I awake every day to texts from the new guy over the water.  He says "I love you" constantly.  Says he's always thinking about me.  Says he falls asleep imagining he's in my arms.  Says I'm pretty and sweet and kind.. Anthony never does that.  What do I do what do I do what do I do?  I don't want to hurt my friend, but Kai's.. not being very affectionate or.. talkative anymore. Please help..

Saturday, 08 May 2010

  • Nothing Else Matters..

    Didn't work, so here I am.  I want this to be over.  I can't stand myself.

    Medication.. Maybe it's just my medication.

    I want to scream, to throw up, to cry and cry until I am nothing.  I want to be alone.

    I want to be dead.

    I hurt.  Everything about me hurts.  It's the numbers.  It's always the numbers that bring this pain.  There's too much of me.  There always will be.  Why?  Why am I so sick?  Why can't I be gone..?  They can live with me.  They can.  They'll learn.  Just like I learned after Matthew.  After Kadge.  After Caleb.  After everyone.  They can live without me.. and I can do without this life.

    I am going off food entirely.  I will not allow a scrap to pass my lips.  This is how I die.  This is how I end myself.  I'll die beautifully.

Thursday, 06 May 2010

Sunday, 02 May 2010

  • I don't know why I'm frightened..

    I am so close to breaking down.  I have no idea why.

    I need to know that no matter what size I am, no matter how sad I am, how ugly, how mad, how absolutely and entirely fucked up I am, I will be loved.  Someone will always care.  ALWAYS.  I need to know that I'm never going to be alone.  I need to know that no matter what happens, someone will always see me as beautiful.  The best thing that ever happened to them.  Theirs. I don't know what triggered this horrible doubting.  Perhaps it was the trip I took with the choir this past weekend.  Seeing the couples.  One of the girls in my room, her boyfriend straightened her hair for her and kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her hair, her fingers, and told her continually that he loves her.  They were always together.  Them, and every other couple.  And it hurt.  And I WANT that.  I want Anthony.  I need him to be here, now.  I can't wait any longer.  I'm so scared that he'll leave.  I want to be thin, but he wants me to be fat--he doesn't want me to die from this, or get any sicker.  I don't want to get sicker either, but.. I want to be beautiful.

    There were so many stick thin girls in that city.  So MANY.  I felt enormous.  And they all ate whatever they wanted.  How?  How do they do that and not gain weight?  I can't imagine why anyone wants to eat anymore.  I honestly can't.  It makes me sick to think of what we put in ourselves.  What about those fat girls that eat?  Don't they see that they're fat?  How can they be seen in public like that?

    Why do I think like that now?

    I want Anthony.  I need someone, here, right now.  I need some assurance.  I wish Daniel was here.  At least Pup would lie to me about it all, play the role of the one who'll never leave me.  Hold me and kiss my hair and say he loves me forever.   Even if it's all a lie, and I know he doesn't mean any of it at all anymore, and he isn't Anthony.. I just need someone to hold me and tell me everything is alright.

    I don't know why I'm so scared.  But I can't calm down.  This depression only returned since I have returned home.

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