Oink oink

A lot of people I know like to refer to the police as “pigs”. They should refer to men as pigs, because that’s what the majority of them are pigs. Please note how I did not say that ALL men are pigs, because we all know there is going to be at least 1 man out there that is gonna get butthurt over it. 

Here is an example of a conversation that I had earlier today with this guy online…

Dude: “How are you?”
Me: “I’m feeling hella crappy. Miserable”
Dude: “I’ve got the cure for that!”
Me: “And that is?”
Dude: “It’s in my pants”
Me: “Sigh. Just go away. Fuck off”

Dude: “Come on! My big dick will make you feel better!”

Me: *blocks*

I love it how men seem to think that sex can cure anything that ails you.

‪#‎fuckingretards‬

This is nothing, this is tame, I’ve had worse conversations before. Two days ago I went out with this guy that been on my case to go out with him. Out of sheer boredom (read: avoiding my schoolwork) I decided to meet up with him. Everything was going good and then he decided to let the crazy out.

Thomas: “Did you know that one of Obama’s Secret Service Agents is an alien!? I saw the guy on YouTube!”

Me: ” Oh really? Okay…”

Thomas: “Yeah man, aliens exist! Haven’t you ever wondered why we don’t have an amusement park on the moon?! The system is controlling us! The government is telling lies just to control us! All the history that we were taught in school is all fake!!”

Me: “I have a headache, could you please take me home now?”

The second I got home I blocked him everywhere. I haven’t even posted all that he said, and he said a lot! All that was missing was a tinfoil hat.

They say that there are “plenty fish in the sea”, what they failed to mention was that all the fish are fucking creepers-psychos-stalkers-idiots-cray cray. I’ve often wondered if I have an invisible sign on my forehead that says “Crazy? Creepy? (emotional) issues? Mommy issues? Immature? Come right over!”. In my 25 years on this earth I have yet to attract a normal (I know, what’s normal?) guy. Someone please remove this invisible sign from my forehead. Thanks!

Suffice it to say that I’ve accepted my fate a long time ago. The way I see it my life can only go 1 of 2 ways:

1. Become a nun

2. They’ll find my body 4 weeks later, with my 30 dogs by my side

So yeah, the dating pool: filled with mutated fish!

Can’t.even.

It’s almost 2am and it’s yet another sleepless night. It’s been like this for weeks now but it’s worse now that I’ve started taking Ritalin. I started 2 nights ago. I am just waiting for this to pass and that it really starts working.

Right now I just feel so WEIRD. I am exhausted, in every way possible. I seriously feel drained. I just want to throw in the towel with everything and just hide in a cave forever. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.

I can’t even write more than this right now. I just want peace and quiet…

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Who do I want to be?

I have an assigment for school that’s due May 15th and I have yet to start on it. Mostly because I’m having trouble answering a very big question.

A part of this assignment is to talk about “who” we are and “what” we want to become, what we want to do with our lives. How am I supposed to answer that if I barely know who I am? So you can imagine why I’m stuck at the moment.

One of the major symptoms of Borderline Personality Disorder is not having a sense of self. Having issues with our “self image”. My entire life I have wondered who I really am. Is the real me under all the masks that I wear every day or is the real me the ultimate chameleon? The one constantly putting on a different face, all just to get through the day? And what if I take away all the masks and look at who’s under it? Will I like what I see or will I run away screaming? This is a huge fear of mine, but nonetheless, I am forever on a quest to find and meet this real me. I need to figure this out if I am ever going to answer the “Who do I want to be?” Question. How can I say who I want to be if I don’t know who I am?

This may be the bottle of bubbly speaking or the benzo’s that I took earlier but I feel that I need to figure this out and for real this time.

I am 24 years old and I have no idea who I am or what I want to become. I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up and it’s quite nerve wracking. I feel like I am at that age where I should have it all figured out by now. I have no idea where I want to be 10 years from now, I know nothing and for a control freak it’s like my worst nightmare.

As stated before, I need to figure this out. But how am I going to do that? Let alone before May 15th? Do I just put down some jibber jabber and phone it in or do I really put an effort into it? I may not be a world famous author but I do pride myself on whatever small piece I may write.

At this point I feel like my assignment is going to be a very detailed insight into me and how/what I think. I will just have to be honest and write from there. And in the mean time I am going to have to do a lot of soul searching and try to find out who I am.

If you come across me, somewhere out there, do me a favor and let me know. I’d love to meet the real me, it’s been much too long…

Cheetah, Cheetah, wherefore art thou, Cheetah?

Alive or just breathing?

Hi everyone,

In case anyone was wondering, I’m still here. Still debating with myself whether or not that is a bad or a good thing. Nevertheless, I am still here.

A lot has been going on lately (doesn’t it always?) and I feel like I am slowly, but surely, slipping away into this very dark place, the same place that I was before. I didn’t like that place very much. It was the lowest point of my depression. I would show you just how low but some might perceive those images as “shocking”.

I kinda broke down during one of my therapy sessions 2 weeks ago. It just all came out and it surprised both of us. Mostly my therapist, she’d rarely ever seen me show any emotion/seem vulnerable. I always “flip the switch” and mosey on with my life. I have to flip that switch, I’ve got too many people depending on me, so many responsibilities. I still continue to put others first before thinking about myself, despite being perfectly capable of saying “no”. But it’s honestly like I have no choice. Theoretically, I do, but the fact of the matter remains that I am not the type of person that just walks away from her loved ones and let’s them “figure it out”. Especially when it comes to my Grandma, her own daughter is off roaming the world playing “does your penis fit inside this hole?” With every guy she meets, too busy being a selfish cunt that she doesn’t even take care of her own mother, let alone her children. I am 24 years old, I don’t need her but my younger siblings need a real and proper mother. I do my very best with them and I have been there for them since the moment they were born but I can never be their real mother. Despite the fact that it takes a lot more than just blood to be a real mother.

So here I am, 24 years old, battling a shit load of my own demons and taking care of everyone around me. Everyone but myself. I try to make enough me time whenever I can, but something always comes up. It just does.

My lovely demons are getting worse by the day. Sometimes I feel like I won’t be able to win this battle, I feel like it will rage on within me for the rest of my life. This is not something that I’ve been looking forward to. It really has been getting worse, I start to bounce around like an 8-year-old with ADHD at least four times a week. It’s like there is a bouncy ball filled with a million different thoughts and emotions, bouncing around in my head and it wants to get out but it just keeps bouncing up off the walls, trying to find a way to escape but failing miserably every time.

Let’s just call these moments “attacks”. When this happens I’m not able to concentrate, I’m not able to sit still, I then feel like a storm is raging inside of me and it won’t stop. None of my regular outlets help in these moments. Just this past week it happened three nights. This is more than usual. So you can imagine how frustrating this is for me.

In those moments it honestly feels like I’m going mad, like I’m manic somehow. I have to force myself to find some kind of distraction otherwise I won’t be able to sleep at all and I end up extremely exhausted the next day. Not to mention the fact that when I get these “attacks” that I have to summon up every ounce of self control that I have, in order to resist cutting. Because in those moments a (big) part of me just wants to cut. Like cutting will somehow release the pressure. Imagine having a pressure cooker that is about ready and about to blow if you don’t do something soon. Taking the lid off lets off the pressure and stops it from exploding. Cutting is the equivalent of “taking the lid off” for me. My mind is like a fucking pressure cooker and it’s no fun, I’ll tell you that.

I am honestly quite tired of all of this. And this is just the tip of the fucking iceberg…

There is a quote that I like. I in fact have it hanging on my bedroom wall. It really speaks to me, on so many different levels.

I am only trying to make sense of this war inside of my head

How many of us have ever felt this way? Be it for just a moment or an entire day. Maybe even an entire life time? I often feel like my mind is some kind of book, written in a language that I can’t seem to understand. It makes me feel helpless, if that makes sense at all.

Okay, I would love to continue writing right now but it’s time to “flip the switch”, leave the safety of my bed and start my day.

Wish me luck….

Papa, Où es-tu?

I don’t understand why you constantly seek confirmation from me?

That’s the last thing he said to me last night before I completely shut down. And now I am ignoring him. I felt rejected, misunderstood and hurt. All from that one sentence. He always knows what to say to completely bring me down, even though it’s not his intention. And I know that, at least my logical side knows that. My other side doesn’t, or at least doesn’t want to accept it.

He is always honest with me, whether I like what he has to say or not. A lot of times I take what he says the wrong way and I feel hurt by him. It’s like I am extra sensitive with him. It’s probably because we have that special kind of “bond”. A bond that I treasure and fear all at the same time. He is the only one that I am this close to and a lot of times it scares me. Every time I open up and get close to someone they end up hurting and leaving me. Silly, right? I’m 24 years old but I often still feel like that 6 year old little girl, watching her mother walk out that door once more. But that’s an issue for another time.

After he said this to me I got very angry and I just shut down. It’s the next day and I am still ignoring him, even though he probably doesn’t even realize it. Every time I close down and stop all communication with him it usually takes him a full day to realize that I’ve been quiet and then he comes to me. Men, gotta love their logic.

Once I calmed down I got to thinking, why do I constantly seek confirmation from him? Every time he is really busy (which is 99.9% of the time) and I don’t speak to him as often as usual, I feel rejected and hurt. He is aware of this, but there is nothing he can do about it. Only I can. And even then, I can’t help feeling that way, as I have often explained to him. My “logical” and  “rational” side knows that he is very busy and that he is not rejecting me but my “other” side, my “BPD side” aka my “emotional” side doesn’t see it that way. That side of me doesn’t want to accept what the “logical” and “rational” side has no problem accepting. That other side of me wants his constant and undivided attention. That other side of me wants him to show me constant affection. That other side of me wants him to love me unconditionally, as more than just a “very close and special friend”.

All of this, all of these emotions are very confusing for me, especially because I am not stupid, far from it. It’s extra hard for me because I am very well aware of the fact that all of the above will not happen. Ever. A part of me continues to hope that one day it will change and that it will happen but I am perfectly aware of the fact that it most likely won’t. That’s why I suppress these feelings of hope that I keep deep down inside of me. Hope kills. That’s just how it is. You hope and you end up getting let down and hurt.

A few days ago I sent him some “special” pictures of myself (as I often do), I didn’t get the reaction that I wanted and of course I immediately felt rejected. Even more so when he said the following…

Find a buddy!!! One with time!!

Boy, did that hurt! It was like someone punched me in the gut. He is always saying stuff like that, constantly pushing me away. Saying how he meant it in a “good way”. Regardless of what he meant, of course my brain sees it as rejection. I fucking hate the fact that it does. If my brain didn’t perceive it that way I would have far less heartache. I can tell you that much!

So why is it that I seek confirmation from him constantly? As I told my therapist at our session this morning: “Aside from being sexually intimate with him, I see him as a sort of ‘father figure’, whether I like it or not. I constantly feel like I have to please him, make him happy. I changed the way I dress, the way I look and everything. Just because I knew that he’d like it. So maybe I do have some serious daddy issues (hey, look at his age, he’s 22 years older than I am), but I just can’t bring myself to say it out loud and to admit it. Once you say it out loud it becomes true”. 

It’s like I need him to be aroused by me, to want me (physically) and to tell and show me this, for me to be able to feel  “safe” somehow. It’s like I need his (constant) reassurance that he thinks that I’m sexy, that he thinks that I am beautiful, that the very sight of me makes things stir in his lower body. It’s fucking ridiculous! Especially because I know that he sees me as more than “just a body”. He told me that he wanted to “talk” and just “hang out” next week and it made me mad. I was livid. I felt rejected, like he didn’t want me. My fucked up twisted mind seems to think (feel) that as long as he wants me that he won’t leave me. For once he actually wants to talk and I take it as a rejection. My brain fucking hates me, that’s how it feels like.

I often “confuse” lust with love. And I am very well aware of this, but I ignore it and just take the lust, because, hey, that’s all I can get apparently. So when I’m messing around with him (or anyone else in my entire life) I just pretend that that person really likes me and loves me, despite the fact that he’s currently sucking on my breast and his hand is down my pants. I just let myself live that lovely illusion, even if it’s just for until he comes and we’re done. I’m not stupid, I’m very well aware of what I do but I often choose to just ignore it for that moment, to just “enjoy” it. The same way I ignore the fact that he isn’t in love with me,  I just push it to the back of my head and dive in, head first and make lust! I can deal with reality once I’ve put my clothes back on and I’m on my way home.

He is the one person whose opinion I (apparently!) give a fuck about so I (apparently!) often find myself “morphing” into whomever he wants me to be. I do whatever it takes to make him happy, I do whatever it takes to not see a look of disappointment on his face, I do whatever it takes to get his “a-okay” thumbs up.

Wow, this is actually the first time that I’ve admitted to any of this. I’m fucking ridiculous. I hate the fact that I feel any of this, because in my eyes it makes me “weak”. And I can’t afford to be weak, I need to be strong. I won’t accept “weak”. Weak is when you’re most vulnerable and when you get hurt the most.

Man, my mind is all over the place, I’m pretty sure that I started this post out by wondering why I seek constant confirmation from him. But this goes to show you: this is merely a fraction of how it is in my head constantly, every minute of every day. Awesome, right?

He often tries to push me away, to create distance between us, for us to go back to being “regular” friends. But I think that he fails to realize that we can’t go back to being “regular” friends. At least I know that I can’t. While a big part of me knows that I should just walk away, I can’t and I won’t. Call me a glutton for punishment, an emotional masochist if you may, ha. Yeah, that about describes me. But please, don’t get me wrong: It’s not all pain and hurt with him. We’ve had many great and amazing moments. Ask me about those when I’m in a good and ecstatic mood and I will surely discuss it in length. Like the way it feels when he looks me in the eyes and just smiles at me, how my entire face lights up when he does that. How it feels when he puts his hands around my face and gently puts his lips on mine, le sigh. But I digress.

So let’s see, Why do I constantly seek his confirmation? Oh, I guess I know! It’s probably because I have a severe “Electra Complex”, aka “Daddy Issues”. He has always been there when I needed him and I apparently clung on to him for dear life, constantly afraid of him leaving me forever.

Oh well, at least I’m aware of all of this, beats being in denial about it. I guess that I will just have to come to terms with this and learn how to deal with it. In the words of Carl Gustav Jung….

“The most terrifying thing is to accept oneself completely”

Piece by piece

I’m tired. I feel like the life is slowly being sucked out of me, however little I had left to begin with. I feel like I’m restraining the “real me”, whomever that may be.

“You shouldn’t have said that”. “You could have been more subtle”. “You need to be careful with what you say”. “You can’t say whatever is on your mind”. “You are so direct”.

AAAARGH!!! I feel like I am being stifled, silenced, gagged. All that makes me “ME” is being silenced. I am dying inside. Slowly dying. It’s fucking torture.

I feel like such a sell out. This is not the life I wanted. This is not the person I wanted to be. I don’t want to wake up 40 years from now and realize that I wasted my life. I don’t want to realize that I spent 40 years on auto pilot. Doing the same exact thing, day in, day out. Le sigh.

My soul is slowly dying. More and more with each passing day.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!

Pas de variété…..

Ever since I entered the office this morning I have been acting “normal”. It’s almost noon and I feel like something has died inside of me. Acting normal makes me utterly miserable. I feel like an empty shell.

I always told myself that I would never become a part of the herd, and yet 5 years later, here I am. Every morning the same thing. Up at 7.30am, out the door by 8:15am, at the office by 8:50, leave work at 5:30pm, home by 6:15pm. Eat, sleep and repeat. I feel nothing. Every day the same thing, over and over and over again. It’s so monotonous. Is this what I’m supposed to do the rest of my life?

I honestly don’t get how the rest of the herd hasn’t jumped off of a cliff yet.

This is so depressing. I’ve come to the conclusion that I was never meant to be “normal”.