Sometimes life just gets you down. Everything will be going alright and then, suddenly at night, you can be freight trained by depression. That's alright. Each night has a dawn. If we never experienced sadness, how could we experience joy? They are yin and yang. This just really hit me hard just recently. Everything is fine, I just found myself loathing my existence. I had such a feeling of futility, that no matter what I do it never matters. It's completely ridiculous thought process (or lack thereof), but I found myself there. Then there are the little things, the little victories. Ran into a friend at the store and he remarked on how I looked better, skinnier. Later on I gave myself a good looking at in the mirror and you can bet your boots that I was looking better. It really wasn't much, but I felt better. Knowing that all this work I've been putting into myself has been paying off, that's great. I feel so much more free now that I've stopped trying to impress everyone else, and just work on my own opinion of myself. I'm nowhere close to where I want to be, but I've certainly jumped from where I started. 

 

And that's all I really have to say about that.

7.8.14

I don't cry myself to sleep. I just lay here as my thoughts get scarier and scarier, full of more and more hatred, making myself so depressed that eventually my brain shuts down til morning.

The sun sets.

Man is born in a day, and he dies in a day, and the thing is easily over; but to have a sick heart for three-fourths of one's lifetime is simply to have death renewed each morning; and life at that price is not worth living.

A poem

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

Every time I trust, that trust is betrayed. I'm better off alone.

I'm so sick of everything. I'm going to flee to mexico for a week. February 2nd is my day. There are too many things which shouldn't matter at all to me which I let cut through to my heart. I am a fool

I spend a lot of time thinking. It isn't particularly good for me. Why? Because I have this terrible tendency of thinking of what's on my heart, and that leads to pain. I'm trying so hard to change, but my heart likes jumping without any regard to safety. I just want to feel wanted. I've given up on seeing any females. Always busy or going to get back to me or just straight up ignoring me. The times I actually get to make plans, they fall through or they "forget" about them. I know there are legitimate reasons but the fact that there is NEVER any follow up or re-try just show me how people really feel.  The low point is I've actually been dreaming and dreaming of them and I wake up and it's not like I slept and my heart still aches for them. It's pitiful.

Bright side? I still get to see people smile. That sunshine keeps me going.

Ego sum inimicus proprius pessimus meus.

Ego sum inimicus proprius pessimus meus. 

People know me for almost always having a blade on me. What people don't realize is that I give them the knife so often. I give out knives and then open up my chest and yell stab me and then I manage to impale myself whether they help or not. I'm so sick of me.  If only I were brave enough to tell somebody how I actually felt and just get it off of me. As is I doubt I'll see them again. Good job Bourne. You're a real winner.  Now you get to bask in more mistakes, to have more wonderful memories to beat yourself up about. Just quit.





I just needed someone to talk to 
You were just too busy with yourself
You were never there for me to
Express how I felt
I just stuffed it down
Now I'm older and I feel like
I could let some of this anger fade
But it seems the surface
I am scratching
Is the bed that I have made

I am my own worst enemy.

Life is good

Pretty much what I look like... in some weird alternate universe where I'm actually attractive.  I really have no idea why I have this picture saved, it was just titled "woopwoop".

Life is good.

I know at times it seems like I don't think so, but really this place is my venting place. You see, I've got this problem with being a nice guy. I try very hard never to be detrimental to other people, so I rather let it build up within and then it comes out in a torrent which needs be stopped.

Anywho back with the story. Life is good. There are a hundred thousand little things to be grateful for, and more keep popping up the more I look for them. One of the biggest ones for me, is actually quite small. A simple smile can make a day, especially if you know it's specifically for you.