Memories dash right back in, I didn’t even have time to acknowledge its arrival. I thought I was alone until I read that page. I thought I was alone in my inability to force words in my mind. Even less capable of making a sound to refuse. I thought I was alone, but I am not. Someone out there knows exactly how I felt in that moment, which brought your ghost back into my mind. I just hope you don’t stick around and create nightmares.
-Note To Self
Who else is is excited for Outlander. And for this Outlander box 😍😍😍
People make mistakes daily, wishing for a rewind button. I know I have plenty of those. I was angry for such a long time, at first I admit I thought my anger was toward his actions. the secrecy the lying, the twisting of words and pointing fingers at my own wrong doings. It wasn’t that… I was angry at myself, for feeling the emotions I felt. I did feel betrayed. but it was more about the feeling as if I wasn’t enough. the feeling that I was lacking in areas where I didn’t think I lacked in. No, I don’t blame myself for his actions. those were his and he will learn to live with his. This is about me, about emotions I have never felt in my life. anything I pressed my mind on, I excelled. But with this dark cloud over our heads, showed me I wasn’t excelling, I was actually drifting far away without realizing it. I understand the pain now, why in some relationships, couples come out leaving as if they were little, not enough, as if they did something wrong. I was angry at myself for being that person, when I know I am stronger than that. I allowed those emotions to flood through me and fill me with anger and hate. I allowed my self to self wallow. Angry at my self to have allowed a single person to have that kind of control over my emotions. to have allowed someone to have that kind of impact on my character, my actions, my words, my feelings. that’s what I was angry at, not him, not his actions. but at myself to have opened my self up to love where it leaves room for such pain. I know I am enough, I know my worth. I did allow myself to have done a self pity party and blamed him. but now I see it clearly. I really don’t care for the lies and hiding. I cared more on the impact his actions had on the inner me. And for that I was angry, am angry. is it possible to love and hate a person, for making you feel as you are the whole world and yet not enough. I don’t know. but for now, I’m good with having this realization.
-Note To Self
Not focusing on the size, but the life long ahead I want to reach
How do you recover from the pain. from the insult to your intuition, the insult to your intelligence. A women’s intuition is her greatest gift, for those that know how to listen. No amount of lies and deletions can wipe away the actions. Nothing writes itself, it all begins in your mind down to your fingertips. You may think it was of no importance, but try telling that to the heart it shattered and the mind that broke.
-Note To Self
Love is a beautiful thing to feel, unfortunately it gives you the chance to also experience heart brake. 28 years and never felt that punch in my stomach, that empty feeling, that lump in my throat that blocks my breathing.28 years I have never felt so physically numb and paralyzed, so lost. Never has my mind swirled so blankly and yet with so much. Never have I felt my chest rip apart that way. I am not angry at the actions as much as I am for the feeling it caused in me. This is new to me, and it hurts, it physically hurts my body, I am exhausted as if I have been drained out. I cannot repeat this feeling, Ever! The freezing air outside had no effect on the numbness I felt, I was completely dumbfound. Tears seem like they are a natural reaction, either to free yourself, or maybe its an overflow. How long does it take to not feel this way. How do I make it stop, how do I make myself stop, you caused this so make it stop! I am ashamed at my actions too, but what can I say my intuitions are never wrong. You gave me your reason, but I cannot comprehend the why. Why?
It’s been a while, so suppose I can write about it now. When your ego, and your character gets stabbed at it’s easier to just walk away. I know you felt it, I tried not to, but lets face the fact, we both felt it. It was close, a little too close perhaps. I have a terrible habit that when someone cries, I cannot help but laugh. When you were being serious with me, I couldn’t help but just laugh. It’s not that I don’t care, it’s just out of my comfort zone and made me feel really uncomfortable. I was more mad at the fact that your words had an effect on me. I was angry that I actually felt the need to cry. I get over things so easily, so I knew it wasn’t so much the words or actions. It was that feeling I had from it, that made me so angry. Not again, and I repeat, not again.
-Note To Self
It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I don’t know how, or what exactly it is to open up. I feel my thoughts are too wild for even the most open minded.
School triggers my anxiety to a different level..
Some of the most vulnerable, meaningful things in life are done blindly. Like loving, trusting, and having faith. Our society today teaches a person that if you don’t see, you don’t believe it. To always prepare for the worst to come, but what kind of way is that to live. Why not have a little faith, why not have the chance to truly know what love is like, and to be able to trust another. Perhaps everyone else is waiting and wishing for the same thing, someone to give them a chance.Isn’t it better to step outside the box, I’m not saying having trust, loving or having faith in someone comes easy, but I believe life is better than what society leads you to believe.
-Note To Self