Monday, September 23, 2019

im sorry

i want to should delete that last post because of how awfully negative it is.

i had not posted (semi) regularly in so long, and only wrote a short note after my cat died in january. i think it would have been best to just leave it at that. prior to that post, i had not written in a few years. i also thought that the post signified a new chapter, as i left one week later for ip and just never came back to writing. i miss writing things down here, however negative they may be.

i have an instagram, but it's just not the same. a main deterrent for me is that it's all done on a phone and i find it so hard to write so much from my phone ;P i can't write that fast and constantly have typos. plus, some people that i know in real life can see it, which makes me a bit uncomfortable. i guess i just felt like expressing myself more through writing, and not simply either in my head or aloud to my unfortunate family members. they don't deserve that :( i'm not sure what to do. i might just keep doing this and then eventually delete specific ones. i don't want to delete my blog; partly, because of the time that i put into it, and  also because it just documents so much of my life that i would feel like i was erasing something important (even if no one else sees it). i think that's why i haven't deleted it, even though i haven't posted regularly in several years. at the time i had very few readers, but now they are all gone, and i've never properly moved on. so i guess that's why i'm back here. i can't really move on. i think it's mainly because i'm still so unwell (more mentally now i guess, as i am physically--on the outside--at a better place than i have been in the past several years)...i just can't let go of things. mentally and internally (gut, ibs, etc) things are a completely wreck. that's not new news to this blog though ;) i've shared a few too many complain and tmi posts that were probably not well-appreciated.

i started this a little while back, but i think i want to finish it. i just feel like writing, just to express myself a bit that doesn't involve other people ;P it looks like fall (autumn) but it's actually quite warm. where i live it's unseasonably warm, actually, but the leaves are still beginning to change. i love autumn. i love the colours, the temperatures, the styles. i have some negative memories or associations with this season (i think i do with all of them though, and that might be true for everyone) but i try to also take note of what i love about it.

i hope i can stop by occassionally to share little snippets (to no one, but that's okay) and some day they might actually be a little bit positive. that's all for now, though.

xoxjennifer 

Monday, September 9, 2019

what do i want?


i’m crying as i write this because i have no idea. i know what i don’t want. that's a lot easier for me to list. i don’t want to be me. i don’t want to be scared, no, terrified. all. the. fucking. time. i don’t want to feel sick. i don't want to be sick. i don’t want to be old. i want out of this mind, this body, this life. but it’s not really a life. i haven’t had a life in so long. i can’t remember what living feels like. 

i used to write here. today i decided to look back on old posts, which was a poor choice. i thought i'd feel inspired to get back to a slightly easier time. at the time, i was struggling, so looking back and realising just how completely and utterly shittier life became…i just feel so badly for that old me. i sort of want to warn her, to tell her that i’m sorry for what is going to happen. for what is coming. i thought things were rough, but i knew nothing of how rough they could get. so i decided to write on here a bit, because i know no one reads it so I don’t feel that embarrassed (yet). if someone did happen to find it, i’d be so ashamed at how bad things are still. i mean, how fucking long does it take to get better? is it possible? before, people could say that i didn't give 'help' a try...but now that i have, why am i still so sick? i don’t even know what i have. i don’t have a name for it. i’m just me, and i’m really fucked up. 

okay, it feels so sick and wrong to leave a post like this on a blog that i used to put oatmeal photos and little quirky tidbits on, so here we go :)

 okay now i'm crying again because i miss her so much ;(