Category Archives: Life

luls to the max

Okay so uh… so funny for people I haven’t talked to in a long time to go “Oh hey, sup? s’good?” And then I see their facebook relationship status, or they tell me, ‘oh yeah, single’ It’s like, ‘oh no, that’s not a coincidence AT ALL! I’m sure you’re not talking to me with expectations at all, douchenozzle’ Jesus. Lol. Maybe this is why I’ve dated online my whole life. So fucking stupid. And it’s not like I’m dumb. You’re not talking to me just to catch up, you’re talking to me because you think of me of a candidate for fuck buddy or more, who knows.

Oh to be single, how amusing.

Sorry guys, I’m married. My husband’s name is LoL. ROfl. <3 In other news, I had a pretty bad day. it wasn’t bad because of events that happened, it was bad because I felt mentally ill the whole time. I was just sad and/or depressed the whole fucking day. It sucked ass. Anyway, love you Emmie. Night bbygurrrll!

Lonely

Hi emmie.
I’m talking to you because I have np one to talk to. I don’t even really think it’s a romantic loneliness, but maybe it is. I just lay down in bed and wish I had someone to talk to at that moment, when really I should just be going to bed…

I’m so needy. A bunch of people text me, then they stop and I feel sad that no one is texting me anymore.

Won a ranked game. Going to sleep. Night.

Epiphany

So now I understand why League of Legends is an addiction for me. I use League of Legends as a mindless activity I do. While I’m playing it I really don’t think about my surroundings, my life. I don’t think about the things that bother me on a day to day basis. I don’t think about how much I hate my life when I play League of Legends. Sometimes I play too long at a time and I get into a bad mood from a bad game, or from a series of bad games… and then it’s like my protection failed so I have even more to be upset about.

Then I start thinking about how LITERALLY my life is League of Legends. Every waking moment of my free time in the last 2-3 weeks I have only played League. I haven’t even spent time on school work at home because I’ll play League instead. I have no motivation for anything I need to get done. Things I really need to do, absolutely need to do I avoid doing because of League. I haven’t cleaned my gecko’s tank even though I’ve been needing to do it for 3 weeks. I then get upset when geckos die because I don’t prioritize them the way they should be prioritized. Wow, I am a sick human being. But not just for that reason I guess.

If you knew what this house looked like. If you knew the state of disrepair I have lived in my whole life… maybe some of my issues could be explained that way. I have never lived in a normal home and I have never had a friend over — IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. My room gets worse as the days go by. It was normal at some point in time for some period of time, but I have no idea when that will ever happen again. My dresser is broken so I have nowhere to put clothes, so they’re on the floor. Mingled with trash, etc. Oh that’s not considering how the dogs make the house disgusting too. There are so many just absolutely disgusting things about this house that if a normal person came in here without psychological barriers they would be scarred for life, and I’ve lived here my entire life. It actually could probably be featured on one of those tv shows.

But anyway, I digress. I hate my life. I have no motivation to fix it, and that’s where League of Legends comes in. I play League of Legends to run away from my problems, to not have to face my demons. Talking to people doesn’t help because… well the only thing that will make me better is to take steps towards being happy about my life, and I don’t do that because all I do as soon as I get near my computer is play League. Whilst obligation after obligation stacks up or comes and goes.

And of course someone close to me hasn’t talked to me in a while which bothers me, but I don’t need to get into that. Need to just not think about it and leave it as it is.

yay life. yay adult hood.

If you died tomorrow would you be happy about the state of your life today? I wouldn’t.

Anxiety

Hey Emmie,
I think I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. In theory that’s a really good analogy. Here’s why… I’ve never choked to death. Every time I’ve ever bitten off more than I can chew, I just chew and chew and chew. Usually I don’t even need my gag reflex… everything just waits it’s turn to be chewed and swallowed. If I use this analogy than I can have hope that I’ll make it through this semester with all As and a C (calculus), or all A Bs and a C. Or just all passing grades… I guess would suffice, but not really. But really, I’m scared. I’m terrified. I’m petrified. I don’t think I’ll make it through okay. It’s so impressive what the stress from one class can do to your work ethic for every other class.

Math defeats me. Absolutely defeats me. I can’t do math. My brain doesn’t do it. It completely shuts down as soon as there is something I don’t understand or can’t do.

School, boys, etc.

Hey Emmie,
Last few nights I’ve found myself laying in bed wishing I had someone to confide in, but looking through my phone I couldn’t find anyone that wouldn’t have bias… or just I knew what they would say in response. I knew what their advice would be, and I don’t want to hear it and it wouldn’t be helpful at all. So I’m going to pretend that writing here will help even though you won’t respond at all. I’m going to pretend that ‘getting it out’ helps this problem.

Before I start on my issues and my current life, I’m sorry that your layout is so gross. I actually hate it, but I also no longer have confidence in my ability to design decent websites. Which sucks because I am wrangled into making a website for my vet (if he ever gets me the information, etc.) Hopefully I can get into that mindset when the time comes. And maybe when that mindset comes I will try to make you look nice and pretty as you should. :) Moving on…

There is this boy that has been in my life for many years. I’m going to change the story a bit just for the purpose of anonymity for him, in case he doesn’t want his part in my life all over the internet. I’m going to call him… Sexy. We’ll go with that. (He is sexy, after all!) I have known Sexy for at least 5 years now. For the last few years while I was with Daniel I always had him in the back of my head. Regardless of whatever history or lack there of we have, I always had him in my head and always kinda wanted that chance with him that never came to full fruition. I don’t think I ever full out wanted to leave Daniel for him, but I always passive aggressively thought to myself, “I would love a chance with Sexy” Sexy and I haven’t had too much time in the last few years, so we haven’t consistently talked, but of course anytime we had time we were quite inseparable. It’s hard to tell this story without specifics because then everyone who has ever read my blog or has ever been a part of my life for any period of time will know exactly who I’m talking about. Regardless, for the last 2-3 weeks I’ve really been thinking on it. I kinda have this opportunity to try to be with Sexy, but I’m very scared about it. I’m scared about the distance and the history and all this other stuff. Maybe I’m also just starting to hide in my shell. People want me to hang out all the time, and because I’m so busy with school and work I always want to sit at home and game. Not having a boyfriend helps this lifestyle of sitting at home and gaming. It’s sad that I prefer that right now. But if I let myself fall for people, I might fuck up in school. Love, boys are distracting to me having a successful life on my own without a boy being involved. Don’t get me wrong, I want a man in my life… but I want to be able to support myself. I don’t want to be totally dependent.

Anyway, I’m definitely going on a tangent here. I’ve always wanted a chance with Sexy. I always have. I think we would be very happy together. But there are complications that scare me and make me not want to try it. But I want to meet him in person, but then won’t I fall in love with him? Shouldn’t I try to experience ‘IRL’ relationfails, I mean ships? I donno. But the reason it’s bugging me so much more now, is he won’t talk to me. I’ve tried to convince myself that he’s just busy as usual. But we had this huge fight the other day about League. I guess it wasn’t just about League, it’s just how he handles things with me and I see him as insensitive. Even when I explain what I meant after I blew up I guess it wasn’t enough. He actively doesn’t go on our messenger of choice and instead I can only say Hi to him via text or Steam. It drives me nuts because I think of him all day and hope I’ll get to talk to him, but then I don’t because he’s nonchalant, cold, etc. It might just be me imagining it, I don’t know. My experiences with Daniel and other people in between (rushed flings, I guess you could call them) have really… made me shut down. Not totally shut down, not in that sense. But I think relationshipwise I’m empty. I don’t feel any real… childish thrill over anyone. I used to always have that feeling either with sad boyfriend or someone I was just talking to that would make me happy. I don’t have that with anyone right now, and it’s kind of weird. The closest thing to it is Sexy. It’s hard to explain with him though. I’ve always had feelings for him, and now that i’m scared shitless it’s almost like some of those feelings are locked up. I have feelings for him, think of him all the time, want to talk to him all the time, he makes me smile, I make him smile, we say endearing things. All this stuff and I feel really scared to commit to him. I don’t know if it’s because I’m not ready for a relationship yet since Daniel, or if it’s because… blah I don’t know. It’s really hard and confusing because I do have feelings for him, do want to be with him, and then my logic goes, ‘Look at all these things.’ My logic never lets me live life.

I am in my first semester towards going to University of Maryland’s Smith school of Business. It’s a lot of work and is pretty difficult. I think it’ll get considerably easier after the Calculus this semester. I think most of my energy that I don’t want depleted goes into that. By that I mean… I’d rather spend that 3 hours messing up my Balance Sheet for Accounting than I would teaching myself math that half the time I don’t fully understand. I am currently taking 5 classes while working roughly 30 hours a week. I am taking The Human Body, Applied Calculus for business/science majors, Accounting 1, Micro Economics, Statistics for Business. I got lucky with the professor I chose for Stat because his class is easy and easy to understand. Accounting is accounting but I have a great professor. I hate my economics class for a variety of reasons, the human body is online (flip through a textbook, answer quiz questions, carry on), Applied calculus is also online (it’s a lot of work).

Onto the next boy issue. Or upcoming issue, impending issue, etc. I have an acquaintance. Let’s call this acquaintance… Neko. I dunno why I wanna call him Neko, but whatever. I met Neko kinda recently and the first time we hung out I realize he’s cool and everything, and we talk via text kinda often I guess, and I just get the impression he’s into me. I’m not going into details, again for anonymity purposes. Not that Neko would ever read this or even find this, but whatever. Anyway, I think Neko is into me but I dunno if I really want a relationship at all right now, and honestly I think if I got into any relationship IRL I would just wonder why I’m not with Sexy, which is another issue going back to the Sexy problems. xD! So maybe I should just call it a day and be with Sexy? <3! I dunno. But Neko is very sweet and everything, but there night be a few things that make me go e.e; about him. I am so overcritical of people it is ridiculous. I have to plan everything and it makes it so I don't actually experience anything or live my life. It kinda sucks. Anyway, so I might be hanging out with Neko more often, but I'm not sure about that because of my school and work. I'm wondering how comfortable I will feel with seeing him more often. If he's into me and I don't want a relationship I dunno how to communicate that without being hurtful. Blargh. Well, I'm off to have a break from thinking about my Sexy woes and try to distract myself from that with Calculus homework~~~!!!!

When in doubt, talk to Emmie

Hey… so yeah. The last week or so I’ve really wanted someone to talk to, but I don’t have anyone that I feel comfortable talking to so I’ll just talk here. I’ve been incredibly depressed and anxious lately. And the way I work is I have barriers against lots of bad things that would drive me crazy if I didn’t have barriers… because of these barriers, anytime one little thing makes me upset it usually makes me think about other things, and my barriers go down and I explode with sadness and anxiety because I think of all the things I normally protect myself against. Lately I’ve felt really lonely. I don’t know if it’s just loneliness, or just feeling alone. I don’t know how I could explain those differences, but there probably is a difference between them. I do feel worried about being alone romantically, but I don’t want a relationship right now. I think I just would like someone to talk to on a regular basis, on a quasi intimate basis. The one thing I miss the most about any relationship I’ve had is having someone to talk to before bed. I don’t really have someone like that in my life. I used to. For a long time I didn’t, and then I did, and having it again, I got kinda used to it. Having it after a long time when I didn’t have it made me realize how much I missed it and want it in my life. I’m not ready for a relationship, I definitely am not. There is so much I need to learn how to do for me instead of someone else. My life has pretty much revolved around someone else for the last 10 years.

I guess what I want is a relationship without a relationship, but I am not capable of such a thing. I want someone to cuddle me, someone to say nice things to me, someone to love me and hear me bitch about how much my life sucks… without feeling like I need to do everything in my power to do everything for ‘him’ and ‘us’. And that’s not possible, so I guess I can’t have someone to just lay down and chat with at night before I go to bed. I think one thing I really need to decide and make a decision on within the next 6 months to a year whether it’s a good idea to meet Mike IRL or not. All logic says that I can’t get involved in a relationship with someone unless they are within driving distance of me. Mike certainly is not within driving distance. However my heart says if I didn’t meet him I would regret it. I feel like I would think about it in any relationship in the future. He was a great love in my life and the ending was so open ended. There was no closure. I was supposed to meet him on my birthday and it was going to be the best birthday ever. And it didn’t happen. Maybe this birthday. That would be cool. I think it would be nice to meet him because we were so in love, and it was tragic that we broke up. But at the same time… I need a physical relationship at this point in my life. In his defense he is pretty well off and could afford to see me much more often than I’m used to at this point… but I don’t know. Every close friend I have has advised me not to get involved with him. *sighs* I don’t know.

Anyway. Back to today. I slept until 11:30 or something. I guess it’s the catching up on sleep from the long week thing. I got on the right track right away and started doing homework stuff. The problem with my homework stuff is that it’s statistics and I assume statistics is pretty straight forward without reading the textbook, which is not entirely true. However the problem with this situation is that I work all week and have little time or energy to be reading 3 chapters a week in my statistics book. So today when I started doing my homework I freaked out when I couldn’t make excel do what I wanted it to do with probabilities. My frustration comes from my lack of drive to stay on top of this class when it’s a 5 week class. But I freaked out and started crying because I didn’t want to try anymore and I didn’t think I could read what I needed to read in the amount of time I have left. This stuff is due tomorrow at 11PM. It’s all probability stuff which I remember doing decently on in a past class but for some reason I can’t remember the specifics. There’s also some logical thinking involved that doesn’t come straight out of the book. In general, I do terribly when you have to apply logic that wasn’t learned from fact. Anyway, the fit from statistics turned into a fit about school and worrying about next semester, and then it turned into a fit about my future, and then it turned into a fit of epic loneliness, and then it turned into a fit about missing Daniel and his family. I took a shower to try to get myself out of the rut, and it just made it worse. I just sat in the hot water and thought about things. I just sat there and thought so hard.

And then something just completely wrecked me. I heard Daniel’s voice in my head. his brother is very delayed developmentally, he has problems. He’s special needs. He couldn’t say my name for a very long time because it’s kind of hard to say in Portuguese. It was so exciting when he first started to call me by my name, he recognized me as a person instead of a stranger just visiting. Anyway… in my head I heard him say ‘Oi Ay’ he can’t say ‘Alyx’ so he says ‘Ay’ sounds like eye. I heard his voice in my head and I just curled up in a ball and started bawling. I was trying my best to not make loud noises because I didn’t want anyone in the house to hear me. I heard it over and over again and started ‘whining’ it. You know sometimes when you’re crying or really upset and you just… whine stuff even know no one is with you and no one can hear you? I just said ‘Oi Ay’ over and over. I thought about how much I missed Daniel, and Brazil, and how there was so much I was losing. I wasn’t just losing Daniel. His family cared about me, his mom took care of me when I was sick. His family showed concern for my well being. His family accepted me even though I was completely different from them and could not even communicate with them. When I was in Brazil it was like life was carefree. It was like I was actually living life for once. I wasn’t stuck in my head. I wasn’t stuck with choices and thoughts and weighing my options and wondering what would happen if I did this or that. I was simply with my boyfriend, a best friend, we were just having fun together. We got sick around the same time, we just… experienced life together. I can’t have that. I can’t think to myself ‘Everything I do is for us, everything I do is so I can experience that again’. Those thoughts have gotten me through the last 3 years of my life. I will never have Rafa (Daniel’s brother) pull my hair again because I am taking his attention. Everyone goes ‘NAO RAFA, SOLTA!’

I will never be able to hug mamae again when I am sick and in pain. I have cried in his mother’s arms before. I don’t remember the last time I’ve ever done that to my mother. Mamae would hug me all day if I needed it. That woman loved me even though she feared I would take her son to another country, from her. I am losing so much more than just Daniel and my relationship with him, and that thought crushed me for hours today. I cried for majority of 3-4 hours today… because I heard ‘Oi Ay’. i think what really bothers me about this though… is Daniel’s response is like ‘Don’t worry you’ll find someone!’ It’s not even that. I don’t think I have an irrational fear of being alone forever. I am just coping and dealing with the sadness of losing my relationship and my relationships with his whole family. I would do anything for them. I wish it could’ve worked. It’s too hard though, it’s too much. It’s too difficult for both of us.

I have so many things I need to work on before I get into another relationship. The first of my huge goals I need to achieve is get my license. I really think having my license will help me with a lot of my problems. I think it’ll make me feel less bad about myself, but it directly affects my problems. For instance, one way I could work out on a regular basis is swimming. If I had a gym membership I could swim whenever I could get there to swim. (assuming the gym I’m thinking of has a pool). I also could have a ride to the grocery store to actually buy food that isn’t fast food. Half the time I’m hungry I order pizza because there is no food in the house and I have no way to actually go somewhere to buy food to make. I actually would have time and energy to just get away when I needed to. It takes so much time and energy to use public transportation. I would have the time and ability to actually go hang out with people because I would have a way to get there. After that… I’m not sure. I have had a draft of a list/time frame for things. Most of the things I’d like to be done before the end of ’11. Let me think… Clean my room (again, it was good for a few months, but my dresser is broken so all my clothes are on the floor), so a kinda joint part of clean my room is ‘buy a new dresser’, I think I just added to this list ‘reformat computer’ because when cleansing that’s also a good thing to do. One thing I want done, I wish I could do it before ’11 is over, but I think it’s not plausible: buy a car.

Anyway. I’m gonna headout since I’ve now apparently written 1800+ words in this entry…

Dark cloud

I don’t remember the last time I’ve sincerely been depressed. This is entirely different from anything I’ve had recently. It’s on a different scale. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had some attacks lately, but they are just explosions of shit kept inside, they don’t last past the actually attack. This is depression. I don’t remember the last time I’ve cried myself into having a headache, and in doing so being tired enough to actually go to sleep.

This was a draft, I don’t know when I wrote it, so I’ll just post it.

I always have to say goodbye too soon…

He deserves much more than the short post I will write. But I’m hurting too much, and am too drained to really write a very long and heartfelt, thoughtful entry about how much I love him.

My gecko, Schnee died tonight. He has been sick for months, but I didn’t take it seriously until he was more visually sick; losing lots of weight. So really, it was too little too late. I wish money fixed everything. I really wish it did. But at the same time, I’d go into serious debt to fix things if money fixed everything. In the past week I have spent $300+ in vet bills on trying to save him, plus check ups for my other gecko. It’s money I don’t have, but when you care about something so much, you have no choice. Literally you have no choice. If it took selling possessions at the chance that he would be healthy again, I would’ve done it. I have no lost both of my original geckos (Cezzie and Schnee) before they were 5. I think Cezzie just made it to 4, and Schnee was about to turn 4 on April 16th…

I am now terrified to go to sleep, because sleep means awakening. Awakening means feeling the loss fresh and new in the morning. The morning after… is generally the worst. the drop in the stomach the anxiety… just everything. Now I get to deal with that.

Hurrah

Panic Attack, Commence.

I honestly don’t remember the last time I have been this overwhelmed. You know when one thing after another just completely topples you and you have no choice but to crumple and cry? And then as you crumple and cry, all those things you normally have a barrier against just pound you with a force that is unfathomable. I come home from the vet with my geckos, and I had already been crying and freaking out. Then I’m home, settled in, about to do my homework. And Griff is whining and Nessa is barking at him. I yell at them, it keeps going. I just lose it. I really just lose it. I start crying and freaking out because it dawns on me – my life fucking sucks. You ever have those moments? Where just one moment cracks your fucking shell, and everything wooshes in and tsunami’s all your hard earned self-defenses. Suddenly I look around and my surroundings wound me, when normally I have to have a shield to live in this shit hole. Seriously, everything dawns on me at once:

1) I am vulnerable and can’t go to my boyfriend because
a. He doesn’t understand me and my geckos.
b. We had a fight last night and we haven’t spoken since.
2) My boyfriend lives thousands of miles away, and I only get to see him once a year.
3) School consumes me and it continually brings me stress because I’m never on top of things.
4) My gecko whom I’ve had for almost 4 years is rapidly declining.
5) I live in squalor.

I know there are other things I could add to this list, but these are the main points of, ‘I fucking hate my life.’ I won’t kill myself or anything, I can’t imagine ever doing that, although sometimes I do with I could just disappear and not exist, which would not be similar to committing suicide, because it wouldn’t knowingly affect those around me, because I would be deleted from history. But, alas, it is not possible… so, moving on.

One thing that got me to calm down so quickly, was Nessa. She has a lot of Lottie in her. She’s not ‘my’ dog, and doesn’t cling to me like ‘my dog’ does, but as soon as I broke down, she rushed to my aid. Griff kind of did too, but he was torn between whining and hurting my ears, and helping me feel better. It’s so amazing how some dogs are just so empathetic. Lottie was very empathetic like that. Charlie isn’t, which often drives me nuts. She always wants my attention, but when I need her she’s just on my bed eating a pig’s ear while Nessa and Griff try to fix me. Now that I’ve calmed down some and I am not in a ball bawling like a school child, the too helper-dogs are sleeping, and I am left alone with my fears of Schnee dying on me. Don’t you wish money could fix everything? I wish it did. I would spend every cent and willingly go into debt if it meant he won’t die. In the past week I have spent over $300 on my geckos.

Because of my anxiety, I also am paranoid. Daniel hasn’t left me any messages, and hasn’t been online. So I don’t know if that means he just won’t come online, and just won’t talk to me… or if I’m just being paranoid.

Despite my grief-stricken, anxiety-stricken state… I have a lot of work to do for school. I think I will take a shower and then try to focus on something besides my baby dying. My vet didn’t tell me to force feed him, but I’m going to. I can’t just sit back while my baby is dying. They force fed him at the vet today. Grief brings on this mood in me where I wish I was religious and I wish I could depend on God to fix all my problems. But I can’t do that. As far as I know, God doesn’t exist. I’ve never seen him, I’ve never heard him. ‘Him’, excuse me. But I just wish wishing worked. I wish praying worked. I wish anything will say him.

My vet said, “We’ll hope.”

Please hope… or pray… or wish, or give your thoughts to my baby.