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Thursday, October 10, 2013 @ 5:54 AM
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I don't know what’s wrong with me. It's like all I can do is write gibberish to keep from breaking apart. Should I be happy that we're friends? Or should I cry because that's all we'll ever going to be now? People think that if you love somebody unconditionally and hard enough then everything is just going to work out. Well, people are wrong. I guess my love wasn't enough for you. It wasn't enough to keep you. This only reminds me of what I’ve mistaken myself for; I became so delusional thanks to you that I came to a point where I thought for once maybe I am worth something. But it was all a lie. I am nothing and still am nothing. I am easily forgettable and just as easily dispensable as I always was and still am. All I am to you now is a stain you want to erase. With everything going on and whats happened, I feel cheated. Just because I'm in a distance it doesn't meant that should be taken advantage of, to try to break up over the phone and hang up and refuse to answer calls. I thought our love merits more than that. That we owe it to each other to do this in person and talk this out in person, but I got totally shut down.
I can't help but feel like I was nothing. I didn't triumph or mean anything more than any of his ex's. At least he gave them changes and did it in person. It's so cruel. How can anyone say they never loved anyone so much and pull this? I wasn't given even 1/8 the chance he gave his past girlfriends who "didn't mean anything". But I actually in face feel like I mean nothing with all the dead bolt stops and lack of consideration. If you say you never loved as you have loved me before, how can you do this to me? Over the phone? Its entirely heartbreaking and frustrating. I never got a single chance. How can it be done like this... I feel so insignificant. I really wish I can see him and talk it over and be treated like an actual person. He says it hurts too much to see or talk to me, but what about me? Have you given a second to think what you've done to me at those moments. I wanted to die. At those time and even sometimes now you were so preoccupied with just how you feel or how its hard on you and hurt you, what about me...? I wonder if it ever came across for a second that it was killing me too, but you were more important to me than that.
I’m trying to get my life back together but I cant help but feel like I’m falling into a deeper dark pit in my mind as each day passes by. I know I was the one who begged pathetically for a second chance for us, that we at least owe each other that much. Nut how can there be any progress when you threat me so harshly while I’m trying my bet to yield to you like I’m walking on eggshells everyday just trying to send you a mere text I feel like I have to because what I say in cause you get pissed off and decide its not worth your time. All your pretty words are just words. Those statements that I mean more to you than anyone in your life disregarding the amount of time we’ve been together, I beat them all. I don’t think that’s true. If he was willing to try for a couple of years to make things work for a girl that he told me I mean so much more than, then why don’t our relationship merit the same chance? It should be that we’d try even harder than you have with your ex’s that I so called triumph over by miles, but that’s not the case. You were ready to just up and go, saying “I’m sorry” and hanging up as I cried begging you to not leave me hanging like this. I tried my best to be strong for the both of us for the sake of our relationship that you got me to believe in so deeply that I can’t do anything without you. The most terrifying thing in my life right now is losing you. It has almost been my greatest fear but I thought we were above that and I believe in all your promises forever. I was smitten by all your pretty words that were nothing but words after all based on the harsh way you treated me.
Am I the only one who’s fighting for us? Am I doing it for the both of us? My heart is sore from all the pain. I realize no matter how hard I cling to you, it doesn’t matter unless you reciprocate those feelings you once had for me. Like that saying, you can drag a horse to river, but you can’t force it to drink the water. Am I just pushing on a dead end? Based on how he acts and treats me, it seems like this extended break is just to shut me up so I would stop calling in panic and terrified but getting nothing but the voicemail machine. 20 missed calls, 30 missed calls, 40 missed calls. I’m pathetic. I always thought of myself as I don’t need any man in my life and there’s nothing that can affect me so much. But you, you got me to believe in all your promises and tore me open. Broke down my walls and all for this. It’s out of my control not because my life and heart is in your hands now to crush and step all over on, to run over and back up a few times over with your car.
I still think about everything over and over again trying to make sense of a love letter from you one night saying you love me and less than a day later, its all over and up in flames. It’s really unfair but I guess no one cause about justice when it comes to that. I have no say it in. I have no power over it. You made all the calls and still do. It was your decision and I had absolutely no saying in it. Does that sound fear in a relationship I thought was so much more or was I just in over my head. Did you love me more when I wasn’t yours? Are people really just addicted to the chase and the moment when you win the person over entirely, they become normal and nothing to you. We fall in love with this amazing person and overtime they become so normal to us and we forget and take them for granted. It hurts. It was that pedestal you put them on up so high and the fall is more bone shattering from heights so high. The higher it is the more the outcome of pain will be from way up there. You were in love with the idea of who you think the person is versus learning more about the person day by day. I’m sorry I wasn’t what you thought I am and I’m sorry I couldn’t live up to all you want me to me. I am a failure and didn’t live up to your expectations. I can still remember clearly all the things he told me that got me so vulnerable now.
When you told me if you’d never let me go or lose me. Even if I were to give up on you, you’ll never give up on me like I gave up on myself. That if I was to fall out of your reach, you’d immediately hop on a plane right away and pull me back into your arms. How confident you were so sure that it was me and no one else can make you feel that way or take my place. That you’re confident I’m the only person for you and you’re absolutely sure that your future is me because I was all you ever wanted and no one can make you feel the way I do. That you want to become the perfect man for me no matter how hard you have to try because you believe there’s no one else in this world who is better suited for me and that loves me more than you do. That you’re absolutely sure no one loves me more than you do. Telling me that if it’s not me in your life, it won’t do. You can’t go on with life without me, but it seems like you’re doing just fine and happier while I’m here suffering every second of it. Is it really that easy to take back all those words of that magnitude so easy? To turn your back on all that you said? Don’t you feel the least bit of remorse?
So after all that's said and done, all those words that meant the world to me that pulled me closer and closer to you each day was a lie. When you said we should go our own ways, and find that person that makes us happy without so much trouble it was a real slap in the face. You are the person for me and still is. I guess I'm no longer that person. How can things like that can be changed so easily, an instant change of heart because things are getting difficult. But nothing in life worth having comes easy. And if the love was so monumental to begin with, then its all worth fighting for. Not just give up and move forward. But like I said, I guess maybe I am really am that forgettable and easy disposable. That's what I get for accepting a love I didn't deserve. It was all too good to be true. I'm always reaching for him but he's just fading away further and further in the distance. Especially in this long distance. I really was going to just book a last minute plane ticket despite me being in the negatives financially to see him from to face but all I got was I refuse to see you. Don't come, I wont pick you up or come home if you show up. Sinking and sinking, thats what it continuously feel like. 
I really am a stupid girl because up until now and even after all this, I still believe you. I’m just waiting in this heartache every day for you to come around and realize what we are. Will he ever get there or is it a hopeless cause? But I’m waiting. The decade we spent wishing for each other hopefully wasn’t for nothing. Now that the universe finally granted us this miracle, I don’t want to give up so easily. I’ve even come to a desperate point of agreeing to be on break as a friend until you come around one day to see what I see in us. But are you really blind to it all? I don’t know if he even feels it at all through that ice-cold harshness I’m faced with now. I agreed to rewind to a point back when we were just friends, but guess what? Even as friends he didn’t treat me so bad. The most I can get now if I get lucky is a mere short vague one sentence text then he’s gone all over again. I can’t even reach out to him for a real conversation. Is 10 minutes of your time so much to ask for? Or when I write to you, it takes you the entire day to reply with a one letter or one sentence answer for the day. “It’s not that I’m ignoring you, It’s just that I don’t go out of my way for you like I use to anymore.” He says to me coldly. I could feel my heart sinking as tears start rolling down. I couldn’t help it, It was then that I realize I’ve become less than a nobody to him. I’m pretty sure he didn’t treat me like nothing even as friends back then. Even while we were chatting as friends back then I always felt better or happy even though I always kept my distance because he was taken and its not my place to get in the way. I can’t feel any affection or hope from you anymore. How is this break going to do us any good if we don’t work on becoming better for each other instead of ignoring me entirely? You don’t treat your other friends half as harshly.
I’ve tried to reach out to you time after time shamelessly—
“Then why must it be this way? Do you still not see the changes in me and all that I'm willing to do for us? I'm not reluctant to compromise or change myself to be a better person. You make me want to be a better person so I won't hesitate to try my best. I just wish we can work on rekindling our love and relationship so we can both be happy.
Answer...? Respond? Not good enough. “We are on break.” That’s it. Entirely unmoved even though I poured my out heart; while I on the other hand, was overwhelmed with emotions just writing that reaching out to you. That the one time I reach my hands out to the person I’ve loved so deeply just got slapped down so easily. I’ve always been the type that’s indifferent because I never let enough people close enough to hurt me this bad. I’ve never been the chaser or the one to say all that to win someone back either. But none of it mattered.
I’m sinking. Sinking fast. I cant breath. Am I just being kept on the hook out of pity? I don’t know if I can take it anymore. I love you more than life itself, love… but you’re breaking me beyond believe. I’m already broken and you took those shattered pieces and threw them in a blender set on high and hit start. That’s how everything feels like right now. How can you say you love me do and this to me. Do you really think this is best for me? At least give me the courtesy and respect to speak for what I know I need and is best for my life. If you’re doing thing for me own good, then just love me and go back to when you didn’t treat me like nothing. Stop hurting me when your stubborn thoughts of what you think is best for another individual. It’s so selfish. Who are you to tell anyone what is best for him or her? Just like no one should tell you what is best for you.
If you honestly believe you’re doing this for my own good, you’re wrong. You’re doing the worst thing a person can possible do to broken person like me. I gave you everything I could in my power, you were the exception to so many things. I gave myself away to you entirely and only to you. Maybe that’s flawed. Did I become stale and boring in the process? That there’s no more chase and I’m so readily in love with you. I saw signs of your lost of interest in me over time and I never said anything. Maybe the problem is because I loved you too much. You said you wanted me to smother you with my love, but I think it only made you see me as another easy stupid girl. I feel quite stupid trying so hard to please you everyday and being rejected at times.
You were always the one who got away. My ideal guy and I never forgot about you everyday for the past decade. I thought that merits a lot more than a simple “I’m sorry” and hang up. Our plans for me to visit you during the holidays went to hell. I always thought after our first one together that I want to spend every Christmas and new years together with you for many more years to come. Turns out we only had one. I truly believe if we can see each other in person this would be a lot better because long distance is impossible and you using it to your advantage by constantly ignoring me or no longer treating me like I’m anything is heartbreaking. You said it would hurt too much to hear my voice or see me. Even if I flew there myself I’d just be stranded at the airport. Even if I were to walk to your house you’d refuse to see me. Have you stop for a second to consider the positive outcome that can come out of it.
I Feel wronged. The person who claims he loved me more than the universe is doing this over the phone to his advantage and cutting off all ties. And even our rewind break to friendship is breaking my heart everyday. I don’t know if he realized that he didn’t treat me as harshly even when we were just friends… I just no longer go out of my way for you… it keeps echoing in my head and the tears won’t stop. It’s so difficult just to get you to answer over text or on the phone. It seems like I’m asking you to move a mountain just to spare time for a 10-minute phone call. I really don’t know what to do anymore. My heart, head, body everything is all sore from the constant heartbreak and sinking feeling.
Even so, I still love you. At this point anyone reading this must thing I’m fucking retarded. I never said I was smart. But this is what unconditional love is and its what I told you I have for him. So hurt me, break me, make me bleed, kill me, I’m all yours. I’m all yours to break. But when you do, can you please make sure I don’t have to live anymore afterwards? If you’re going to break me, break me entirely just like pulling the trigger because there’s no recovering from this for me now. I’ll keep waiting in the silence and the silent tears no one knows I shed on a daily basis.
I've been going on and on like a broken record about my relationship problems while there are a million other things going wrong with my life. But somehow my mind is entire consumed by this and he's my only cure. I've lost the will to do anything. The future is blank and life is bleak again. He seems to be living a happier and better life without me. I wonder if I ever meant any of those things he said before. I'd give anything for us to be ok again. And I try to make this kind and clear, all I want is just a chance that maybe we'll find better days cause I don't need boxes wrapped in strings and designer love and empty things. All I want is just a chance that maybe we'll find better days. All I want is for you to come around and love me like you use to.
My posts have been becoming increasingly longer and longer. I highly doubt anyone out there reads the whole thing. This is just an outlet where I can spill my guts and blood and all that without effecting anyone else. Because I don't want to hurt anyone if all I had to say was said to them, it would probably be tragic and lead to even more hurt feelings and misunderstandings. Its like in Perks of Being a Wallflower where Charlie writes to an anonymous person. Sometimes we all just need an outlet and someone to talk to; in my case, my outlet isn't a person or any living being. It's just me writing to myself. Writing to no one and just having it keeping me sane. The thing is, I wish I had the courage to say many of the things I have to say here to the people in my life, but communicating has never been a strong suit of mines, because you see; writing on a blank page, it doesn't judge you, it doesn't talk back to you, it doesn't belittle you. Human are all those things. Plus even if I wanted to say something to the person I love so much, I can't because just as I was told, he no longer goes out of his way for me anymore. I can't even get 10 minutes to have a short chat, much less express anything of this. It would only lead to a fight because he's become so aggressive and easily aggravated that I no longer know what to say that will make things okay or better again.
I wonder if its because he resents me for clinging onto him so pathetically even if he calls it a break and I said I'll become noting more than a friend and give him space. That was the last resort to keeping him in my life. i'll take all the hits as long as he doesn't disappear forever from my life. This compromise wasn't made easily either. He was reluctant and hesitant and still want to keep me far away for a long time. Everything is an "I don't know". Which is basically no, how can we possibly patch things up if everything I say or do angers him. It almost seems like my mere existence of stubborning wanting to stay in his life angers him because perhaps he feels forced into it. I know I'm hopelessly pathetic. I can't help it and I've been trying to figure out where all the anger towards me is coming from, but I can only think that it's because I refuse to leave you as easily as you wanted- to just erase me and move forward with our own lives. I his life doesn't revolve around me as he bluntly told me in another one of those harsh conversations, but my life revolves around him, its not entirely my fault. He got me to believe and open up and think that way. To let go and trust that he'll catch me falling.
I know I've said it repeated that what you think is best for me really is in fact killing me inside everyday. If you truly love me, please stop and give me the courtesy of deciding my life for myself and just a little respect for me to speak for myself. You really have no idea what you're doing to me with all this. He think he's being a martyr by "setting me free". I don't want to be set free. He's the best thing that happened to me and I'm holding on for dear life. People who say if you love someone you'll set them free are clearly idiots and the other person obviously haven't become such am important part of their lives. I will die for you and I'm living for you. I just wish he could see it. All the ultimatums given to me about changing my self destructive behavior I've agreed to change for you. i want to become a better person for you. So I really wish he wouldn't use that its best for me line as an excuse to throw me away anymore. It would be a different story if he was going this because he personally cant stand me anymore, or no longer love me or is entirely sick of me. I promised I would change for the better for our sake, but it takes two people to do so, and I don't see you putting in the effort to make things better between us. Instead you're hammering a nail into my heart by the day with the way you act and the harshness you throw upon me. Sometimes it feels like I'm the only one trying my best and yielding to you know because you get so irritated easily over the simplest things when before you'd never act like that towards me. I know I'm not longer your significant other or at least you don't want me anymore, but why is your behavior black and white. Even as friends he was always a good friend. I really just had a few simple questions I wanted to ask, but I still can't even get any time or answer after a couple of days. It's really making me sick to my stomach.
I just wish things were different...
Labels: bad days, communication, hurt, i don't fucking know., i miss you, insanity, memories, mentality, miserable, mistakes, quote, relationships, sad, sorrow, sorry Tuesday, September 24, 2013 @ 10:39 PM
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I know I'm getting annoyingly repetitive with all the "I miss you/him" but theres no other way to say it. Quite frankly, even if I said it a billion more times, it would still not amount to the depth and how much I really do miss him. Its beyond anything imaginable or describable. Maybe I'm scary but when I fall so deeply, I can't help it. He's my addiction and there's no cure but the moments I get to see him and even then, I still can't get enough. I never get sick of us and if anything I just want more and more, like as if I'm falling in love all over again each and everyday especially when we are together.
I've been smoking way too much lately due to the stress of school, debts, tuition and relationship matters in addition to the extra constant worrying and anticipation. I've been trying Newport Menthol Gold 100s and they're actually pretty good. I usually don't like menthol too much and I'm not a frequent fan of Newport but this blend kinda works. The menthol is very light while the tobacco is really smooth but I can still feel the strong side. It gives the same kick as most stronger cigarettes without the harshness or horrible aftertaste. Anyway, random review aside, I can really feel it taking a toll on my lungs and body but I can't stop. I wish things were different in a sense that things can be ok again. None of my anti anxiety medicine is holding me down from all this drama lately. I can't fall asleep even with my sleep medicine. It's hell all over again and I just want it to stop and be happy with the person I love.
 Today has been yet another one of those days. Everyday is exactly the same but increasingly worst the longer we not only have to be apart but we can't even talk. I wonder if he misses me as much as I miss him... I hope this time apart will give him time to realize we need each other in so many different ways. More than anything in the world. Are you having the same hard time I am having without you in my daily life? Since he was the one who requested so much time to think about it, I'm not sure if I'm really missed or needed as much as I do him. But I'm hurting for us, I need our love and I need him. All I can do is look through our pictures and read all his letters, notes and reminders which probably isn't the best thing to do, but it's the only thing helping me cope. Every word and memory I cling onto preciously only reminds me more of how we are infinite. This time away isn't clearing my mind one bit, it's only making it worst for me. But I guess I'm just the person who just needs to address the issue at hand at the moment as soon as possible with the best results so we can both feel at ease and loved again. Pulling it on or on hold really kills me but theres nothing I can do but count the seconds to the minutes to the hours to the days. Really I can't believe it's only day two and it felt like two months instead. All I can feel or think of is the constant longing to hear his soothing voice once again in a loving tone and that everything is going to be okay. Please let it be okay.  I couldn't sleep again last night until around 6am in the morning then I woke up again and it was already close to 10. My classes already started and theres really no class Im in a hurry to, one of my classes is already having it's first quiz tomorrow and I'm going to miss it because I think the professor drops the lowest grade so I'll take the hit for that being my dropped grade and do well on the rest of the misterms and finals to make up for it. Theres still many quizzes to come that only make up a small percentage of the grade. Compromise has been the only way I've been getting through school and I really need ot finish for the few people I care about in life so we can keep moving forward. I've gotten two tickets in the last day and night for an expired registration sticker. These stupid meter maids really have nothing better to do but make all their money giving out tickets for every little shit here. It's like they have a quota or a competition for who gives out the most parkings tickets gets to be the uniform of the month. Assholes. Well, I've been running errands all night to fix up the registration and whatnot. I can't even see in the dark anymore, driving in the dark is like blind driving to me, I strain to see all the shadows and just follow the blurry lights by colors ahead of me. I see nothing. I really need to get my eyes checked to get an updated diagnoses on what degree what eyes are at and maybe try to fix it when I'm not entirely broke. Well, heres to the extra headache I get from straining my eyes constantly to see anything. Just add it to this whole everything hurts thing I have going on most of the time.  Well it's 1am now and I've been up since got knows when, running on a couple of hours of sleep. I can actually feel myself blacking out as I type and I keep typing while half asleep although I have no idea what I'm talking about or I don't make any sense at all. Although all thats on my mind is still us and how everything should be okay again, I need to try to pass out so maybe I'll have a chance at actually hearing all 8 of my alarms when they go off before I need to get ready to leave for class. The exhaustion tends to build up sometimes and when I finally sleep, it's like I go into a coma and don't respond or hear anything. It's not something I want as a regular part of my life and theres on'y so little I can try to do to prevent it from being a norm that would eventually fuck up school for me again. I don't know how he does it, but sometimes he's like superman when I know and see all that he does for me, work and everything else in his life. I can see how I must have been so much extra work and another source of unwanted extra exhaustion in addition to the long days and constant lack of sleep. Meanwhile on the other hand all I wanted was to see more of him. Theres always two sides to the story but regardless, I'm sorry love. I know it must be tough to keep up or put up with me while working your ass off. I'm always forever grateful, I just missed you too much it got to my head sometimes from sitting at home all day awaiting your return as the sole purpose of my everyday life and routine I just want to become what you became to me. For you and between us, because you make me want to become a better person because I see so much greatness and good qualities in you and so I want to become all that for you too. The days have been sad and weeping to crying historically has been the same new routine I want to break. But I need him to break it with and for me. So we can keep moving forward like we always have and just our presence to each other is enough to make the other happy with this indescribable feeling of warmth, safety and love flowing from one to another. I miss our moments. But most of all, I miss you... Labels: alone, bad days, breaking everything, communication, depressed, dull, frustration, fucked up, hurt, i miss you, insomnia, miserable, mistakes, relationships, sad, smoking, sorry, stuck, tired Sunday, September 1, 2013 @ 1:31 PM
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 I've had way more than my share of ups and downs lately both emotionally and physically. I can't say which is worst but I've been increasingly feeling lonely and sad again. Seems like my friend depression is back and its making me feel empty and manic at the same time. Even when I'm surrounded by a large group of people or when I'm alone with my boy friend. ''We accept the love we think we deserve." I think I really fucked up there. I was selfish and accepted and held onto a love I didn't deserve. I don't deserve to be loved, I've come to accept that there is no possible way of true love for me before in life and yet I've became so over my head mesmerized with how finally the best thing in my life has happened to me and I never want to let it go or out of my grasps for even half a second. The thing is, I'm still broken and still as fucked up as I always am and theres no reason for me to be this way other than trauma and my inability to overcome my past that still haunts me on a daily basis.  And then he came along, being the best thing and person thats ever happened to me in my life a so far and I've gone ahed and sabotage everything just by simply being me. I swear I'm not even trying or consciously aware of what I am doing but no matter what I do, it seems to be wrong. Theres always this line drawn for every person I've met in my life of how much of my bullshit cynical asshole behavior they can tolerate before they completely turn their backs and absolutely on me and want nothing to do with me anymore. And I think even he can't take it anymore. There's only so much a person can tolerate and I can see it withering apart. I wish he'd show me otherwise. Show me that I'm wrong and that he still loves me selflessly. But maybe thats just way too much to ask for. All I wanted was reassurance of your love. That's why I'm always asking questions. I'm trying to find the answer you're not giving me. I never felt drained around him, I never felt the need to make pointless small talk, we could sit side by side in bed in silence and the moment will still feel perfectly infinite. He was me escapism. To be quite honest, I've come to rely and broke down all my walls around him so much so that I don't think I can think of a life without him anymore. I know its sad and pathetic that I can't find a reason to live for myself.  It constantly scares the fuck out of me when I observe his indifferent behavior sometimes. And all I can here in my head is my heart pounding to a point where I get panic attacks and I can no longer breathe. Just myself yelling at me "good job asshole you wanted so much of this love you don't deserve that you're driving away the one good thing in your life. You're always a fuck up and always will be a fuck up and no one will or can ever put up with your ugly personality". And now that he sees how ugly I am really inside and out, there isn't much more of any mystery in me to keep me interesting. I am nothing and I have nothing to offer. In fact, I'm just a shit load of burden. Not only am I ruining my life but I'm taking him down with me and thats that last thing I want to do. I always want to best for him nut I don't think realizes a quarter of how stronger I feel about us. Maybe I'd be doing him a favor by killing myself or ending it all so I can set him free. He deserves to be with someone much better than me. Someone good in every way, he deserves the best and I'm just garbage. I can hardly breathe thinking about all of this. We just fought and I'm so scared I can't fall asleep with this unsettled feeling of uncertainty. Are you fed up with me and sick of all my shit? I never truly loved before so I don't know if I'm doing anything right. I'm trying my best though. Because truth be told, between the two of us, I am the reacher and he can do so much better than me in a split second. But just because I acknowledge that I am all this, it doesn't mean it kills me to see him care less by the day. I've been trying way too hard from the very beginning to please and pleasure him however he wants and whenever that now, I just feel dirty and cheap. So pathetic, but I just wanted to do everything in my power to make him feel good and I like the intimacy. Its too bad most people see the act of sex as just sex. Maybe I'm lame and old school, but I see it as making love, making a connection and passion. But those who don't see it that way just think THat's all I care about and I have no deeper side of me other than lust. Its truly saddening; I tried too hard and now I made nothing of myself. I have no self worth. My self esteem is crushed to bits and pieces shattered all over the ground with me being the female thats constantly being shot down. Isn't it usually the opposite? That guys want it more? It just makes me think I must be really disgusting and ugly for it to be this way. Self esteem in negatives and it just keeps sinking. Ive broken all my standards and exceptions trying to keep him happy, but somethings trying is no good enough. Its just me as an individual that's not good enough.Tonight I really wanted to find a knife and just go release all the tension and multilane my arms all over again. To see the redding blood dripping down my arms and focus on nothing but that not only upsets him, it repulses him. Oh the sharp pain knot in my heart of knowing the one you love not only do they turn their back to you and push you away. You're disgusting and repulsive to them instead of helping you. I wanted to just die right at that moment.  I want more, I want to be smothered by his love but I'm not getting it. It feels like its slowly deteriorating from the moment we starting living together the first summer. I miss all the small details an I really miss when you use to care more. This is breaking me apart all over again. I don't know if i should keep pushing to try and fight for your love. But in the end, if I have to force it upon you to come at least comfort me when I'm crying, I think you've already given up on me. It's not real if you have to beg for comfort and love all the time. It's a chore and It loses most of its purpose if you don't love me enough to yield to me when I'm a mess and crying all over the place. My flight is in 4 days on Thursday, I really hope things get better before I leave for good this time. I have a feeling if our relationship doesn't improve and stay strong, That'll be the last of me. I probably won't be traveling and staying long visits to LA anymore since its been made clear that I'm extra burden financially and health-wish in terms of sleep. I don't have a place to call him, but either way. I'm not welcomed anywhere so I'll return to my little corner of the world and hide. Suffering it all in silence. Labels: alone, bad days, California, drama, escapism, falling, insanity, insomnia, lost, love, mentality, miserable, mistakes, nyc, questions, self destructive, self-esteem Friday, December 30, 2011 @ 4:33 AM
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 After the weekend was over I worked at workplace1 were when I walked in for my dinner shift I was told I have to cater to a party of 11 by myself because "its in my section" (we get assigned sections by picking it out randomly like a lottery). You'd think I got lucky because I got the big party so I'd probably make more in tips. Nope. It would have been a good night if things actually worked out but it was a nightmare. I felt like crying or just walking out halfway through my shift. There was only 1 busser shared between 3 servers. I had a party of 11 obnoxious assholes along with taking care of 6 other tables with 2-4 customers per table. Monday nights are usually slow and easy but I guess since it was the day after Christmas people want to go out to eat. The crowd was unexpected and I was slammed. There was only one sushi chef that night and the party ordered a lot of sushi and sashimi. The chef mixed up all the rolls and it took him a long time to finish everything. The entire party started bitching at me about the food because 1. the sushi chef mixed up the rolls he put in each plate and 2. the runner mixed up their dishes or misplaced them. Oh, I forgot to mention of course these people would come in a huge group, order the same dish and modify it in several different ways, but the dish will still come out looking fucking the same, can't really blame the runner. So god forbid you get the dish with an ingredient you asked to be removed / added while your friend gets the same dish with your modifications. Maybe it would help if they knew what the fuck they were eating before they just shove everything placed on the table in their mouth. They ate each other's orders without even knowing and the person who ordered the dish started complaining about how he never got his order therefore he refuse to pay for it. Yeah, that's because the sushi chef placed your roll on a plate shared with your friend who ate all your shit. I don't think people realize this- I'm a waitress, I put in your order and bring your food from place A to place B. I don't fucking make the food and I don't have control over your friend eating all your shit without knowing or the fact the the sushi chef up front is slow as fuck because the place didn't hire sou chefs and whatnot for him. Please do yourself a favor and dine in at home instead of going out and making a total imbecile of yourself. I spent most of the night apologizing for shit that was out of my control while the party took up most of my time ordering small things back and forth. Yeah, lets ask for a straw then another refill then another beer one at a time. As a result, most of my other tables were a bit neglected but most of the other customers were a bit more understanding since it was very obvious that I was slammed and I was upset + stressed. Also, the entire place can hear that obnoxious party. All I could do was keep apologizing the entire night. When the party finally finished with their food they decided last minute that they wanted to split the check 3 ways. I should have wondered what kind of shit they were pulling. Most of them were just complete dicks. So because I'm still a fairly new waitress, I don't have access codes to most modifiers and whatnot on the POS. They all went up to the register and the manager helped them. I stayed at my section because I didn't have any time to spare to stand there waiting 30 minutes for them to decide how they want to split the check up front. I have other tables to look after. After a while, I realized they finally all left so I went to the manager and asked if they settled their check which came out to be almost $400. Yes they did, for the most part aside from the people bitching about never getting their food when in fact they did get it, its in their asshole friend's stomach. Also, they all just ran out without tipping while I was busy taking care of the rest of my section. This place is rather informal I guess, there isn't any mandatory gratuity added for groups of 6 or over like most other places. I have to tip my busser based on my total sales, so I ended up tipping out the busser $20 for that single party alone even though they didn't tip. Also there was more to tip out along with my other sales of the night. Its as if I just paid to service them. Fuck. I don't think people realize when they under tip ridiculously they're basically putting the server in negative most of the time. The manager basically threw me under the bus since he was the one settling the check while they all paraded in the front and he didn't make sure they tipped before leaving. Either that or hes just spineless. He couldn't even look me in the eye when I asked him if they settled. I think it was raining out that night when I got off work near midnight. The main thing that really upset me wasn't solely because I had to tip out the busser for a table I got nothing for. It's the fact that I had to take so much shit from a group of assholes for things that weren't my fault or was out of my control when it was mostly due to the chef being slow and the kitchen mixing up things. While they constantly asked for different things every 30 seconds- I could barely take care of my other tables. I didn't get any help at all and the busser didn't make it any easier for me even though there was only 1 server for that huge party + section. I just got screwed over. I had to work the next day too, it was pouring rain and I originally intended to call in sick cause of the shit fest that was the night before but the owner texted me a couple hours before my shift with all the holiday greetings and formalities bullshit along with apologizing for what happened the night before because of the chef / kitchen. He offered to compensate me along with my base pay. I'm not really sure who told him about that night because I didn't mention it. I basically just used every once of tolerance I could muster- suck it up and go on with the night without complaining or confronting my co-workers. So I didn't call in sick since I felt a bit obligated to show up to work since the owner went out of his way to text me about it. Tuesday night wasn't as busy but halfway through my shift I got a cola shower because someone left the door swinging really hard as I was walking out and all 4 drinks I was carrying spilled all over me. Just my luck. There was nothing I could do but wipe myself off and use the hand dryer so at least I'm not dripping soda. The night didn't get much better after. Wednesday, finally my day off but not so great either. I ran some errands to the post office and mailed in school papers as well as stop by best buy to see if they would exchange the laptop I got as a gift without a receipt. My mom who was the middle person that was suppose to give me the receipt lost it within a few hours after she got it. Whats new? I'm not really surprise since she has never been very maternal or careful about things related to me. I always get screwed over by her paperwork or blamed for it one way or another. They wouldn't exchange it or give me store credit as expect. So I guess I'm stuck with this I originally intended to return it and get a slightly better one that can handle all the multitasking I usually do without slowing down so much. I would have made up the difference myself. It's not that I'm ungrateful for the present but its the fact that she couldn't give half a shit to look out for things or matters that concerns me. I started cleaning that night since I had an apartment inspection Friday morning anyway. I must have inhaled too much dust or I just forgot to eat. I felt sick afterwards, it's not very fun to vomit nothing but water/tea anyway. It's like drinking it but going the opposite way with stomach acid... I'm getting sick, I can feel it in my bones. I've been waking up the past week with a piercing pain in my chest as well as random vertigo moments. No, I wasn't high or overdosing. Damn, this is not the fucking time to get sick. My annoying wisdom tooth that has been slowing growing for the past year decided its time to grow again so the pain and swelling has return. These fucking things sure like taking their time. I'm trying to hold out until I get all 4 to get them all removed at once in one go instead of going back a couple times. Cherry on top of my lovely week. Thursday, I had 3 doctors appointment but I was running late since I overslept. My schedule is flipped and I sleep at like 6am... I got in a couple hours of sleep before I had to get up for my appointments. I made it to 2 of them and the last one got canceled since I was over 2 hours late. Well, at least I made it to the one where I got antibiotics for my gums / tooth and painkillers so eating wouldn't be as torturous. Since my appointment got canceled I just hung around for a while before meeting up with my HS best friend. I don't get to see her often. We met up at Williamsburg and just snacked + had coffee at St. Alps. The sumiyaki coffee is too damn sweet. It was freezing the entire day and night wasn't any better but I don't mind loitering around and just doing completely boring thoughtless things while chatting. I'm still convinced my friend got really drunk or high halfway through the night thought or maybe happiness is a very strange thing to me. I think that's all for my week so far. There were several other highlights of this week besides getting to hang out with my old friend again. I got a gift in the mail from my friend who I can practically call my childhood friend with the Alice in Wonderland planner that I've always wanted along with an usb with video recordings and a letter that made me smile and made my shitty week somewhat bearable. (Thank you~) I love almost all of the Neverending Story stationary designs. I can't wait to put the planner to use and decorate it but my OCD won't let me until January 1st, the start of a new year.  Alice in Wonderland and my dead flowers?  Tea Party~  Flamingo Croquet! Another highlight of my week was just... me being foreveralone and  Yes, she has a Santa suit.   and a Christmas sweater >_>;  She has her own wardrobe. Sigh, freaking Last.fm music charts still aren't working. Apparently they're having some issues with imagegen or whatever the host is called. Time to sleep, I have some apartment inspector person coming tomorrow from 9am-12pm, so I have my pants and everything all ready and prepared for the rude awakening I'm expecting in a couple of hours- when I have to roll out of the bed, put on some clothes or pants and sleep-run to answer the door, get the inspection over with and hopefully get a few more hours of sleep in before work again. I'll be working New Years eve and day as well. Well, most of the customers are usually happy or funny drunks so hopefully it won't be a nightmare. Here is gone. Labels: bad days, friends, gifts, job, miserable, momo, work
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