Pheonix

So I found a place and I was right. my life did start as soon as i got out of my dinky little home town. I feel like that song by journey, y'know the one about the small town girl going on the train heading ANYWHERE. everything fell into place like dominoes. I don't have a lot of time to post regularly anymore but I didn't die and I'm not a hobo or a prostitute. Even though I considered it. But hey everyone has dark times but staying positive makes the dark times feel like nothing. It was time for me to get out of the negativity start fresh. even though sometimes I feel like ripping my eyes out while studying for exams and shit. i got enrolled in an internship like as soon as I moved and now I am working and studying and getting involved in this business. it's fucking rad! I love working even though I complain but the truth is i complain about everything, I'm an awkward passive aggressive cancer (the zodiac sign not the disease). I've had to put my book and my art on the back burner. I've had the worst case of writers block and i cant even have sexy fantasies right now. I feel like stress has warped my sex drive and now all i am focused on is not murdering my roommate and passing my exam. but I wanted to check in and tell you all that I survived. and if I can survive with my bitch ass there's no reason that you cant. I don't know what you guys go through but you've been pretty much watching my life deteriorate so I dug myself out of the hole you totally can.and rock bottom is the best thing that can happen trust me. because once it does you have no excuse but to claw and scratch up to the top again.  I have to go though since I need to get back to work.

Chapter 11: The Sluts Shame

You took me out to dinner
I gave you head in the car
But now you treat me how
The black community treats Kendrick Lamar
I gave you my body
and you still shattered my heart
 But somehow i'm still the reason we ended up apart.
I should apologize
For treating you like a work of art.?
I should take the blame for trekking through the flames
putting in effort and doing my part,
for my honesty and hoping someone could love me.
I need to work on myself?
but i'm not the one who puts people on a shelf
just to watch them shatter when they're no longer beautiful.
I wish i could hate you but in my heart your soul is still beautiful.
I wish that if i died tonight the first thing
i would see wasn't your two toned eyes staring back at me.
i wished when i saw the streets where you kissed
that my entire body wouldn't feel so heavy.
is it my pride or my arrogance that sees this as a punishment.
or is it the fact that my beating heart betrays me when i think of you
sometimes i see myself coming up to you
but in my head i'm not sure what i'd rather do.
I'm not sure if i'd kiss you
or try to break you like a vase because my
body is so confused and all it craves is your taste.
it's my fault you got tired of me.
but in reality it's your own weakness that tore us apart.
in your chest is a wad of stained glass but god gave
me an elastic heart that takes this treatment over and over again,
just to see your face even though it scowls every time it sees me.
I still hope that the image never leaves me.

The Lovers

Do you ever have one of those days when you can peacefully recall an ex and just think of how much you miss them or how much you want to help them, you don't expect anything in return you simply feel like a guardian and want to tell them things that you think could help in the future, you don't really want them to love you or take you back you just want to see them get out of their own way since you've sat alone replaying their former actions in your head over and over again. You just feel like doing nice things for them without receiving gratification or any type of thanks for what you did because you can remember all the conversations about what they like so vividly in your head. Even if you cant be there when they get the gifts, they don't even have to know it was you.

I know it sounds really creepy and really stalker-ish. you can just see the color of their eyes when you blank out in the shower or nostalgia takes over and you remember how happy they looked. you go over everything in your head with no rage or ill will you just want to see them do well because they were so unhappy when they left and you could feel it. you could feel everything. it was like having two brains occupying one space, then separating but you can still hear the vibrations of the other soul that used to be so entwined with yours. But now that soul is free and you just want to see it exist peacefully and grow instead of continuing to vibrate in turmoil and the emotions that still haunt you.

there isn't a lot that I can do to make these feelings stop so now I just let them exist and swirl into soothing spirals in my brain. I can't change him or how he thinks. I can't do anything anymore it wasn't my job in the first place. he can either do his own growing or stay the same way. but every time I see a flannel I want to buy it on instinct and send it over. sometimes when i think of being successful in the future I think of buying him the car he always talked about and having it waiting for him in front of his home. He doesn't have to know it was me. the anger stage has withered away into calm indifference. my productivity and the work that I need to do has smothered all the rage since I had somewhere to place it. I am really glad that that rage existed, if it didn't i would be wollowing in my feelings instead of moving forward. the anger made me want to do something. it made me feel something. I didn't know that I could break the hold of the numbness inside of me. I mean what 18 year old can say they finished writing two books and they are working on a third? what 18 year old can say they are editing their own manuscripts.

then i sit here in a good mood feeling all good about myself and zen in my life. feeling like i am ready to text or talk or start a conversation but all you can see happening is that dumb nigga saying something stupid because he might not be in the same mental place that i am in, thus bringing me back to the anger stage feeling like you want to break all the windows in his car like that ghetto chick in the movie that got cheated on. i go from feeling like everything is zen and everyone is forgiven then i just end up back in beast mode over something stupid that isn't my fault because some boy cant get over his own feelings and blames me for his internalized anger issues and daddy problems. i want to text at least once, but in my head i already know how that shit is going to go and then i'll just end up saying something hateful and fucked up because the dragon had been awaken giving him something else to hold onto in that little rage pocket in his heart like the fucking american psycho.

it makes me crazy tht i know how the scenario is going to go because i wan to take that risk. that just sounds like a recurring theme, i keep wanting to take stupid ass risks even though i know how its going to end. 

Chapter 10: Dream Differed.

Well, the tyrant strikes again and all my plans have been foiled. I still have to give away my cats so that I can afford to go to school and not have to eat noodles and rice everyday.I swear to god all that sodium is going to make me blind or sick one of the two. I feel gross.

My cats are going to go back with their foster mommy so I know her and they'll go to a family that can take them to the vet all the time and give them more space to run around then the tiny shitty apartment that I am staying in. I still don't want to stay here though, I feel like if I am not going to Irvine that I have somewhere else to be because I don't want to stay in Tujunga, I don't want to be the girl who stayed in their shitty hometown after high school and didn't do anything with their life. I've been torching so many bridges in my life right now its not like any one will want to live with me.

 but you know what the funny part is I finally don't feel guilty and I don't care about losing anyone anymore. sometimes people need to be let go so you can have the life you are supposed to live. I still don't know what that is for me but I have a feeling that something is going to happen. I mean cosmically speaking there has to be some kind of balance. I chose to believe that life will balance out for me because I have the chance to chose my fate and I am going to take it. I feel like this is a serious opportunity to start fresh. Or I have just been watching the show hindsight to often. but it's a really great show. I am going to make the best out of the worst situation I have been in. But it kind of makes me happy that things have gotten so bad, I don't know how to explain it, I just feel like there is so much more hope for the future while you are at the bottom. like all I can see is the light at the end of the tunnel instead of focusing on being stuck in the damned tunnel. I feel like I work best when I am at this pint. my blog is blossoming, my writer's block cleared up all I do is write or blog and the feeling of productivity is the best feeling. its like there is this small sun in your brain that shines on what you really want and how you are going to get there.

The Great Tyrant

  So, the move is being held hostage by the great tyrant (aka my dad). I should've expected that something would happen because he never does anything unless there is something for him to gain. everything has a price. usually when young women talk about their fathers you think its going to be mellow dramatic because they didn't buy them something or the car came in the wrong color. but no. I hadn't talked to him until the move was in the works, but I wasn't going to move in with him i was going to move in with other members of my estranged family. but somehow it became his show instead of mine. it was about how he felt, and about what he needed from me. Now it has gotten to the point where my mom is second guessing letting me leave and it hurts me to see her doubting her choices because my dad has acted like a grade A cunt about what I want. I have scheduled when my cats are going to be given away, I have given away clothes, I have packed everything, but my life is being put on hold because he wants something out of the deal. and he wonders why i never talk to him. whenever I try to do something that betters my circumstances or to help myself and start my life he fucks it up and blames me. he's been getting in my way for as long as I could remember and I am fucking sick of it.sometimes it just makes me so mad I want to punch him in the dick.

 I just don't understand why his help is always conditional.the part that kills it for me, its always my fault that this happens. everything is up to me and it's my issue if I don't want to meet the conditions of his demands. he is an emotional terrorist. it bothers the fuck out of me and it makes my heart hurt. but you have to be respectful so in the background all i'm doing is muttering barely audible hateful things at the phone, but on the inside I'm doing this..===> because I have to deal with this bogus shit all the fucking time. one day all this dumb shit is going to go full circle and it wont be so fun. Karma will handle him the way she sees fit because i am so fucking over his shit i could just rip off my own eyelids. It's so fucking irritating. I'm finally doing what he wanted, i finally want to go to college and cave in to the pressures of society to get a super chill high paying gig and what does he do? he does some childish shit like this. he's being a fucking snake. all the things i want to do are being vetoed because he controls everyone with his insidious behavior!

Chapter 9: Gypsy Eyes.

sometimes it sucks having to move so much. it seems like all I have every done has been moving from place to place collecting memories of people and places i might never see again.I really thought this was the last place on my route and i would have somewhere to be forever. but now it's like I shouldn't get my hopes up about any place I end up living because it'll all be stable for a good few years and then boom somewhere new.it's like my brain wants to stay but I cant fight who I am. I am a nomad but I want to be a nation builder. i want to have a permanent home where I can stay and love and be loved. maybe it's just me romanticizing the idea of stability because it's something I didn't get to have. it's like the grass in greener on the other side. you build something up in your head because you don't have it but once you have it is it really that great? does stability really matter? does it make life any better or is it just how you choose to view things. if you have a positive outlook it really doesn't matter if you are a nomad or if you are stationary.i'm pretty sure it'd be really boring to just stay in one place for the rest of your life if you're a rolling stone like me. it gets a little tiring , like i am running constantly figuring out where to be. it's on this eternal loop.but I am pretty sure this next adventure will be fun, and i will have fun meeting new people and seeing new places. I'll probably figure out what I am really supposed to be doing with my life and establish myself.

Letters Never Sent

some days I really hate you. some days I want you to burst into flames or tears or anything unpleasant.some days I feel like I'd been abandoned because you said so many things to me and I told you that I didn't like promises like those because everyone who has said things like that to me had disappeared. but you didn't listen. you never listened. I like dark orange sunflowers. I don't like red roses. I told you I didn't like roses so many times. but it seemed like everything I told you would go in one ear and out the other. I forgave your trespasses because I adored you. I looked past all the times that you didn't introduce me to family members because your mom always did for you. it seemed like she cared more than you did sometimes. I keep thinking about how you have both hearts. the silver one you gave me and the jade one I gave you. it is sort of like ironic symbolism because you still have your heart, but you took mine too. I wish I could stay angry with you like you did. I wish I could hold a grudge and hate you. I wish I didn't want to talk to you, I wish I was done. but I'm not. you're the first thing I think of when I wake up and you stay in my head until I go to sleep. I don't understand why I am the way I am. why I forgive so easily and why I am so soft.I wish I could be like you and run away without feeling anything. but I've always felt too much. I hope that you think of me as often as I think of you. I hope that I left a scar like you did. I hope when you do think of me you think of good things like when we had fun and we were friendly. think of me like I died and blur out all the bad memories. keep a memorial of me in your heart so that you can kill the anger in you hold onto. I was childish, but I was angry I'm thinking of this all now because we'll probably never see each other again and  you'll live you're own life. you'll get married and have kids giving someone else the forever that you promised me. I accept that. but at the same time I hope you don't forget me. and one day you'll tell your sons to watch out for girls like me. tell them to watch out for the girls who are brutally honest, and creative. watch out for the smart and strange girls. watch out for the passionate savage women that exist in the world. because one day one will show up and turn their worlds upside down. and they'd be a fool to let them go. just like you were. I lied when I said my love for you had ran out, that was the only lie I've ever told you. It'll never die unfortunately, I just wanted to hurt you as much as you hurt me. I didn't want to pretend I didn't have feelings for you and I could move on. My honest little heart burned at the act I put on so there'd be hope. but the truth is I'd rather live the rest of my life being hated by you for what i said to you then having to hold it inside pretending that everything was alright.I can go about my life sweeping through towns like a sweet wind because I feel like that's what was meant to happen. And as I scorch my paths I'll always think fondly of you even if you don't feel the same way.and I'll be free. Thank you for setting me free.the life you wanted to give me wasn't the part I was supposed to play. I love you darling. I always will.