Flat out.

We all have our breaking points of realization. Whatever the means, or however you got there, we've all hit that wall at one time.

I'm hitting that wall.

I am a pathological liar.
I don't know what's real anymore. I don't know if what I'm saying is actually right, or completely made up in my head.

    As a kid, I created my own world in my head and things happened how I thought they really should have. The terrible things, the amazing things, etc. No one could reach me there. It was my safe place to be my own person. And now the consequences are that I still live in this fantasy world.


       I have the intense habit to find anything that could possibly be wrong, and dwell in it.
I'm so good at preaching to others on how to make things better, but hell, I can't even listen to my own fucking advice. All I've ever known was hurt, so why run from what I know?
It's gotten to the point to where I don't even know if what I say is wrong, is actually what's bothering me. I really have no idea.

   I get addicted too easily. To anyone and anything.
I NEED people to show me they care. And when they don't, I get unbelievably jealous. I start feeling like there has got to be something wrong with me. Like they can finally see how fucked up my mind is, and they run like everyone else has. Until a few years ago, I didn't have solid, loving friends like this. Is it wrong of me want them to show me love? No. Is it wrong that I thrive on it? Yes. Absolutely.

I don't know what the point of this is.
Maybe I'm just trying to put everything out so I can see what I'm really thinking.
This isn't what I wanted to say by any means.
Maybe nothing is wrong at all, and my mind is making me think something is.
The bottom line is, I don't know what's real.
I don't fucking know.

Right now, all I want is for some one to lay with me.
It's silly, and stupid. I know. But it actually makes me feel safer. It keeps my mind away from things.

I can't do this anymore.
I'm gone.

Alright.

Although this is brief, I've been needing to share this for a bit now. No one will read this, and that's okay. It's just me, in my room facing this computer screen. I'm okay with this.

On July 23rd, I threw away one of the last prominent anchors from my past.
If I so wished, I could easily go out and find it. It isn't too far.
But it's far enough away to be out of my grasp, but unfortunately never out of my mind.
The scars it left, mentally, emotionally, and physically will never be fully gone
But again, I'm okay with that.
It keeps me grounded.
It's something that keeps me humble.
It reminds me that I'm nothing but human, and that's something I need to never forget.

Remembering that I'm nothing but human is something I forget a lot.
I try to take on absolutely everything all at once,
And then I wonder why I'm stressed out.
Go figure, huh?

On July 23rd, One of my best friends threw something away as well.
Same story, different pen.
She let go of the beginning of it all.
I couldn't be more proud of her.
I really hope she knows that.

I'm not trying to write this in a professional manner.
I'm just saying what I need to say in the way I think it should be said.
Short, simple, and to the point.

My support system is scattered around me, both close and thousands of miles away.
I've found the one place I can feel somewhat safe, even for a little while.
No one can take that from me.

What I did was not something to boast about.
Nor is it something to keep locked away.
It's something that every person who struggles with needs to eventually do.
It's finally letting go.
I'm finally letting go.

Planets are moving at the speed of light

"Plan for you, hope for us."

As ashes burn and shoot into the air
Like fireworks on display
When I find you, and you find me
This will all make sense, finally

If it's my turn to speak, I'll say I'm still not alright
But still, I'll be alright eventually
And if I still seem too weak,
I've grown strong enough to know differently

Even if this still hurts
Or if the dreams get worse
Let it wash away with the weather

It'll be alright
I promise it'll be okay
Just call me out and we can do this together

Please, don't lose your faith in me.

I don't know what I'm doing here. I don't know how well I can do this.

It's so hard, y'know?
Just sitting back and watching everything literally fly past you as you're sitting in slow motion.
Typical sounding, I know. But that's what it's like for me.

My mind works in a way I can't explain. I wish I could. I wish there was a way I could just lay out a map of how everything in my head flows. I feel like this would be good. I'm constantly so lost in myself, even I need help being found.

So, where would I even start drawing this map?
My first stop is usually over-thinking. It's an addiction for me, honestly. Every thought that crosses my mind gets processed over and over again. I know it's happening, but I have to do it. I'm not sure why.

The next place would be Jealousy.
Jealousy and I don't get together too well. It's ruined friendships, a really good relationship, and it's tearing me apart still. It's the ball and chain on my ankle.

And then depression/anger.

I have quite the history with both. Depression led to addictions that were dangerous, but consuming. It led to things I fight daily to avoid, but still miss so much. The sense of something feeling real, no matter the cost. Just wanting to find something to prove that through everything, you're still human.

Anger led to words, thoughts and actions that never should have happened. I've hurt people in ways I never wanted to. Sometimes people blame it on my Irish heritage, and I suppose that makes sense. Apparently, we're all angry little leprechauns. I feel like the more sensible reason has to do with my mother and father constantly fighting while I was in the womb though. That's also what I've been told.



Sometimes people just need to talk, or write until you feel satisfied.
Do I?
No.

I feel like no matter how I try to word things, it'll never be said the way I need it to be heard.
I still feel like all of this has been for nothing so far, but I'm trying.
I really truly promise, I'm trying.