Saturday, October 13, 2012

Past Journals that still apply to present

 
03/21/12 Wednesday 7:22pm

Yesterday I experienced a crisis. It caused me to be self-destructive. Sometimes, I wish I lacked certain feelings so I could react to things in a proper manner. We still haven’t talked, not really. We’re just pretending like everything is normal and last night never happened. Maybe this is best. The feeling that started it all still lies restlessly within me. I tried to set it free, but I should have kept it locked inside.

I’m feeling pretty angry because the whole reason I was unhappy was because we never spend time together and now when we actual are both here with nothing to do, he goes out into the other room to watch basketball with his roommates. Yeah you really care don’t you? Maybe I should leave. It’s that or let it go. But letting go isn’t so easy. Trust me, if I could just shake off the sadness I would. Are these the sacrifices one must take? Does it mean that I am meant for someone else who would require no sacrifices? Love is a sacrifice within itself; one we cannot live without.

All I really want is to feel loved by him. He’ll never love me the way I love him. Can’t he tell I’m still hurting inside? One day I hope everything will be different. One day I hope he will learn how to love me. I am unsure how much longer I can last. I’ve kept strong thus far, but pieces of me are breaking. I’m not sure how to repair them yet. Those pieces may stay broken forever, 
unless he can recognize my breakage and repair it.

    
 03/15/12

It’s hard to forget all that we’ve been through
Even when I’m presented with something new
At the end of the day I’m still thinking of you

I’m noticing love and pain feel the same
And neither is something I can tame

It takes all my strength not to call
I try to remind myself I deserve better
And that your heart’s too small
My eyes get wetter

This feeling in my chest
Will not rest
It’s made a nest

Tight between each lung
Love is too brutal for the young
In this group I’m among

I’m afraid I’ll never love someone as much as I did
Please God forbid
A fate so unfortunate
This cannot be permanent

Why can’t I shake this feeling inside my heart
The longer we’re apart

Drink after drink
And still you I think
Tears fall with each blink


04/09/12

Filled up inside with fondness, devotion, attachment,
In a split second it drains away through a sieve composed of torment.
Communication makes it’s way through my frustration and discontentment,
And then everything is forgiven.
How long until the cycle begins all over again?
Patterns show it won’t be long.
Really, this is absolutely consistent and nothing else expected,
For pure happiness and perfection does not exist.
Struggle is a concept we can all universally relate to,
 For nothing comes wrapped flawlessly for us to open.


04/13/12
What can I do when you won’t listen? Communication is essential and we both know that, yet it never occurs. So many things are brushed aside and left lingering. I know my tolerance is lower than yours. My maintenance is higher than yours. My emotions are deeper. Somehow I adapt. I know there must be a limit somewhere that is slowly being filled until I can no longer hold everything within myself. When will my love for you become secondary against the love for myself? I’m sure it’s a lesson to be learned. I know it will be one of the hardest lessons in my life. At least it won’t be unexpected. I can’t even imagine who I will be after all of this. Someone ready to find my mutual creator I hope. The thought of all our time together being wasted and thrown away scares me horribly, yet I know it is something I have to keep in mind as possible. A part of me assures that we are strong enough, but another part questions if things could be better with someone else. It’s hard to decide what I truly want. For so long I’d do anything for you, for you to be near. I still would but I wonder if that’s the best thing for me. 

10/13/12
After all this, after I believed you changed and began loving me, I have come back to the same doubts I have throughout everything. Disappointment.