"The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it."

That's the signature you'll see attached with her comments on deviantart.com.

I cried once, monday night, in a hotel bathroom in NYC. I didn't feel like I had the right to, but I did anyway. Angel, I like to think of her as a friend, passed away that morning. While I was driving to said city actually. I noticed the time, 11:11am, and it annoyed me that my day could so quickly be interrupted by my useless father's phone calls. I had no idea that was when she died.

Upon looking at her deviant account, and seeing more artwork I had missed, and this above quote, I have to struggle not to cry again.

This amazing woman helped me through my awful 9th and 10th grades of high school, where suicide was a constant thought in the back of my head. I'd like to say she confided much in me. In a way, she did.

But I know that what I could tell you of this remarkable person, could fill a puddle, whereas her life experiences and accomplishments span greater distances than oceans.

I miss her. I wish I had had the opportunities to talk to her more recently, but I didn't. And now she's gone.

The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it. I'd like to think that what she exchanged, made her proud of those decisions each and everyday. Because I am.

Letting It Out, ... Somehow

I have been devoid of emotion so much lately it's ... ridiculous. And when I'm not empty I'm angry. That's it, two extremes.

Some things that I have been upset about, I couldn't fix. It was mostly anger at myself for being unable to stop my friend from being a stupid fucking idiot with her life. She's working on it though, ... at least she thinks she is. I know I can't do anything but be there when she falls or when she stands up. It's ... frustrating. I know she is mad at me currently, for backing out on a trip we were supposed to take over spring break. I don't care though. I couldn't go with her, I was too mad.

I hate talking until I'm blue in the face and being unable to convey my point. I have spent the past two days fighting with my boyfriend and I have yet to have him understand where I'm coming from. Every time I try, I end up making it worse.

I had a very bad week. I was upset with Jenny (friend I referenced to above) and drained from the amount of work I had to do. I just went and went all week between classes and work and Phi Sigma Pi meetings. My birthday is tomorrow and I still haven't heard from my father in three weeks. I haven't seen my boyfriend all week outside of lunch except for one afternoon (one hour really) together in my room, in which I fell asleep. Go me, I'm such a fucking ass.

Apparently I have been sending mixed signals for, well, weeks now? That what I say and do contradict each other. I'm not sure how yet. But I've been doing it.

My boyfriend has been ... overzealous in so much lately. He's been mad that we haven't seen each other, and mad that I "am not honest and open" with him.

I tried, last night, to make him understand that I've been busy and tired, and that he hasn't done anything wrong. I haven't been mad at him or anything. I asked him to relax, and calm down because he was overreacting. I also asked him to stop saying certain things to me. All week I've been told things like "I don't want to be a burden" or "If you want me around" or "I don't want to ruin class for you" and every sentence like that feels like a slap in the face.

What I tried to say, didn't work at all. I've gone from not being "honest and open" to also considering my life seperate of his and that he is my last priority.

I'm so used to going, and being independent. I have goals and obligations, and I tried to explain that I have a life. That he is a part of that life, but that he is not my whole life. I guess I just fail at everything.

He's mad at me. I'm mad at him. I feel exhausted and worthless. Oh sure, he says he loves me. He says he wants to make this work. But I am constantly being asked "do you think I'm worth it?" and "do you want me?" ... if I didn't want him why would I still be in a relationship with him? He throws out these random questions, accusing me of not caring and not loving him enough and being scared and I can't take it.

He doesn't believe me when I say I care. He doesn't believe me when I say anything anymore!

I feel like I can't say anything right. That I shouldn't be angry, that I should devote myself to this guy. But I can't, I can't revolve myself around someone just so they're happy with me.

I feel so empty. I feel like nothing matters. That no matter how hard I try, I will never be good enough for someone. That in the end, I really am incapable of making someone happy.

Wall-hanging Worthyness

Inspired by a dear friend, lol, cuz we're tards. Let's see ... there isn't much to report.

I confronted some friends about them treating me like shit lately, and I feel like a large burden has been lifted. We aren't talking anymore, but for right now, that's fine with me. I really could use the break from those two anyway.

Thanksgiving and Winter breaks are coming up soon. Very excited. ^_^ The downside is knowing that finals week is also inching closer. I'll pull myself through somehow though.

I've been obsessing over the Twilight soundtrack, which has a lot of good tracks. Woot.

I am also VERY TIRED. lol. And every time I think about why I'm tired, I smile. Cuz staying up all night on the phone is waay too much fun to try to contain.

le sigh

and if I’m stupid as fuck
then, well, oh well,

and if I make all these mistakes,
then, well, oh well,

and if this world is crashing
down upon my feet,
and everything is bleeding
purple,

then, well, oh well,

fuck, I wish I were
more of this perfection
that everyone expects

and fuck, I wish I weren’t so blind

and fuck, I wish I didn’t make
so many mindless mistakes

and fuck, I wish somebody loved me

and fuck, oh well, just …

send me to the endless terrain
to fend for myself, oh well

fuck it

You think, we're here to play a game ...

... of who loves who more than who.


I love the Barenaked Ladies. They sing some good stuff.

I'm updating after months of silence. I figured my blog, and my boredom, could use a pick-me-up. Unfortuntely, very little is going on right now. I go to class, I work, and that sums up my life. I would like to say that I -think- (think being key word) that I've recently lost some weight. Not much, because anorexia is totally disgusting, but my tummy seems just a little flatter this week. Let's hope I can keep it going for me, hehe.

Let's see ... what am I looking forward to? I noticed I've been living my life strictly by calendar, counting off days until something exciting is supposed to happen. Right now, I'm looking forward to Harloween (dorm event), paydays, Twilight the movie, Thanksgiving, and Christmas in Texas.

The last one is the biggest thing for me, since I've been dying to visit my family against since Hurricane Blah (can't remember the name) struck not too long ago. They're totally fine, but I haven't been able to talk to them because of electricity and phones being out all the time.

Wow, I feel like I'm saying so much, maybe too. Oh well.

My umimaginative titles tell you I'm going to rant

I'm irritated. By everything. By everyone. Every five minutes I either want to strangle someone or crawl into a hole.

I just finished reading an article about a black man who was shot down the morning of his wedding after leaving a strip club (his bachelor party) by NYPD officers. Okay, the officers say he was yelling about getting a gun. So the officers shot him ... 50 times.

Excuse me? I am the only fucking one with any sense? Even if he DID have a gun, you don't empty your case into him, get a new one, and repeat the process! FUCK! You shoot his FUCKING KNEE CAPS! Incapicitate him, and then repeat the process to his buddies. THEN you act. THEN you arrest and search and all that good stuff.

Even if the officers did it just cuz they hated the dude or something ridiculious, I wouldn't just outright kill the man! If I really had a thing against this almost-groom, I would STILL shoot his knees, because they would HURT like FUCK and the pain would last WAY LONGER than him dying in a matter of minutes.

Seriously people. Think.

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. I'm tired of school. I'm tired of tests and money issues and feeling lonely and not having someone to be with. It is FUCKING FRUSTRATING! Half the time I'm depressed and I don't even have a good reason! None what's so ever, so I'm turning into a mental case.

I'll be damned if I get put on meds, but that won't happen will it? Cuz I'm not going to the doctor's. I'm not sick physically, there is no reason to visit therefore no way to be prescribed some shit. Yeah. I'm a little irritated.

My grades aren't doing so well. My GPA was a 4.0 last semester, this semester I'll be pushing it if I can manage a 3.6. Oh sure, it sounds so nice to have that. But it isn't, not for me. But who the fuck cares how I feel, right.

In my mind, I'll fall apart

I'm going to talk about a really shitty day.

I'm failing Foundations of Higher Mathematics, and everyone I know is under the impression that I'm so smart I will pull through. I am being suffocated with their optimism(sp?).

My mother hasn't talked to me intentionally in over a week. The most memorable thing she said recently was "You should stay at your father's this weekend. I'm too busy anyway, so we'll celebrate your birthday another time. I didn't get you a present, I don't have time to run around so I'm giving you money. Its good that we'll wait to celebrate your birthday because then we can do it when I have money and time."

Sure, practicality wise it makes perfect sense. Still, it felt like a slap in the face.

I can't confess my helplessness to anyone because everyone tries to reassure me that I'm this brilliant woman who will pull through. I'm tired of hearing that I need to stay together.

I nearly broke down and cried during my Intro to Special Ed test yesterday because it was the first time all day since receiving my Foundations test back that I had the time to actually contemplate what is happening to me.

I'm a mess.

I'm forgetting my homework and when quizes/tests are coming up. I can't hold a conversation, I hate the telephone with a passion. My mother isn't talking to me and is making it seem like I did something wrong. I feel lonely, and irritated, and probably sexually frustrated as well. Its not fun at all.

I don't sleep because I toss and turn all night. I feel like yelling at someone just to make another person feel as useless as I do.

And all the while, everyone is looking to me for help and advice and to tell me that I'm so fucking brilliant I shouldn't be complaining.

I feel claustrophobic(sp?).

My roommate broke my lamp because she's an idiot. My friends don't understand the concept of planning things out. I'm so messed up I don't even have the time anymore to sulk about how messed up it is! Except for this moment, that is.

A friend of mine in my Intro to Special Ed class told me today that she thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown in class yesterday. I nearly crumbled under the pressure of taking a test (when I had studied all week!). The stupid fucking test just drew blanks in my head for the first several minutes because the only thing I saw was that out of a 180 point test I scored a 98 and 3/4.

That's 54% for those who can't calculate percentages. That means my grade in Foundations just dropped from a C- to a D.

Oh sure, what does it matter. Everyone makes mistakes.

Well I've been so fucking conditioned to be damn near perfect that this whole mess is drowning me in its garbage.

I need a fucking vacation. Or prescription. Maybe I should see a fucking shrink and tell him about all my childhood issues. I bet I'd give the bastard a field day.