It’s been a long time and I wish I could say it was for good reason but it’s not… not really… I just didn’t fucking care to write…to post to keep anyone informed that I was still alive. But honestly who the fuck cares… I don’t.
Things have been… up and down. I didn’t look back at what I last posted so I’m not sure If i’ll recap everything necessarily. But first to start off with I gucking hate my roommates. Honestly… don’t ever have roommates if my name wasn’t also on the lease Id leave right now. Id rather live in my fucking car than with these shitheads. (okay i know im not writing properly- capitalizations and punctuations and shit but I dont care enough right now- i MIGHT fix it later… we’ll see)
I was friends with my roommates before we moved into the same place… at this rate by the end of our lease if i cant keep it together we are probably going to be fucking mortal enemies… but seriously…FUCK THEM. they are disgusting lazy fucking slobs and I REFUSE to clean up after their shit. They will not take out the trash is has been piling up — THIS TIME– FOR A WHOLE FUCKING MONTH. NOT EVEN IN A CAN OR BAG JUST ON THE FLOOR IN THE CORNER OF THE KITCHEN/DINING ROOM (one of those apartments where the dining room and kitchen conjoin)… THIS IS NOT THE FIRST FUCKING TIME… the first time i bagged and trashed all the shit… 5 fucking full regular kitchen trash bags PLUS SOME MEDIUM-ISH SIZED BOXES FULL OF TRASH… I fucking hate it…Im paying my part of the rent for a place that im at barely 4 times out of a fucking month and they can even be bothered to get up off their fucking asses to take out some fucking garbage!?! And don’t even get me started on the fucking dishes– WE HAVE A GODDAMN DISHWASHER AND ENOUGH DISHES FOR JUST 4 PEOPLE (there are only 3 including myself) AND THEY STILL LEAVE THEM FOR WEEKS!! They have boxes and shit everywhere of their bullshit stuff… they have 3 fucking cats (notice i tolerate cats dont hate em but dont have to have one) AND IT FUCKING REAKS TO HIGH HEAVEN I DONT EVER INVITE ANYONE OVER (because i have noone to invite over really) because its so fucking disgusting…. and fuck them if they think im going to be their fucking maid… maybe if they want to pay FULL rent themselves..then i MIGHT consider it… Fuck them and their disgusting asses. At the very least I shouldn’t be paying half the rent… I am limited to my small ass fucking room (they of course took the master without any consultation or otherwise) and my bathroom which is also the public one if anyone were to use it… but the point I have shit here… I almost never here… (I got the apartment and then shortly there after all my jobs boomed and ive been superbly busy one of my jobs is staying at others’ houses anf wstching their animals while they’re out of town)… I… i just want out…ugh
At some point around the time I stopped writing I got a boyfriend… back in early May… I didn’t really expect it to go…how it did but… he’s great… but im terrified… im going to fucking ruin it…I know I am and in the past week Ive become so low…and so fucking insane and … I don’t know how i can tell him…
which brings me (us?) to now… ive relapsed… bad… ive been crying and ive been cutting and ive been purging… the last couples weeks have been awful… When Im at my bf i refuse to eat- act like im not hungry whatever I can do… i hide the new cuts…and just… fuck… how can you tell someone you care about so much you’re a broken piece of shit? And why the fuck should it matter though? Fuck… those of you who have read the very first post you know how i contemplate suicide everyday… that hasnt stopped its only gotten worse… its all the fucking time… and I tell myself who the fuck would give a shit anyway even if i did just kill myself? But that’s the thing… I KNOW there are a number of people who would give at least one shit… but thats just it… I DONT CARE… I DONT care how much it would affect others…. I just dont want to fucking live anymore and Im finiding it harder and harder to find something to grasp onto…
Previously I had made a post about my roommate/college friend’s little girl but I removed it. Some personal reasons compelled me to have it removed and it wasn’t posted up for very long but anyway I’ll post about it more here- not really the same as the previous one though…
One of my closest friends had a baby girl on November 7th of 2016. 5 weeks premature and with a number of other health issues and complications. This spurred a 5 month journey that only ended in heart break and despair. Beatrix, (the baby), died April 9th of 2017 in the arms of her mother. We all had 2 days to say our goodbyes but it still wasn’t enough. It’s not fucking fair and I’m still pissed. The worst part is she had improved enormously… She was off the ventilator for a week and a half. She was eating and sleeping normally and had just been playing happily 4 days prior and then the 7th she just crashed and that was it. There was nothing more to do but wait and see… wait to no avail… I can’t help but to wonder if the original hospital involved with her ‘birth’ had something to do with it… the premature. It was a c-section. The details are a bit…weird so I never asked to many question but still… Is there a chance they took her out early without needing too? Would it have made a difference? IF so- is there anything that can be done? At least awareness so this doesn’t happen again? I don’t know I’m rambling, I need to find out more information first… Anyway I’ve been there as much as possible for my friend. She’s doing well… I’m not certain if she was put on any antidepressants or not but she’s not a wreck…she’s sad I know… but I also think she’s a bit relieved. Relieved because Beatrix is no longer in pain… She’s not having to spend every damn second inside a hospital connect to machines.
Over the past few days I’ve been helping my friends (and roommates) grieve, working, school work, rescue work, getting things together for getting my business license, and sleeping about 4-6 hours a week. I’m so fucking exhausted and yet I can’t sleep even if I TRY to… I eat less now which aggravates my migraines but I don’t fucking care anymore- I’m down about 5 pounds and I want to drop down more anyway… I want to be around 110…between 100-110 is my ideal area… I need to work out more again. Eat less shit food…RAMBLING…
Anyway… The urge to harm and/or kill myself has been on overdrive as of late. I can’t seem to shut it out no matter what I do… I find myself picking at my skin with my [lack] of finger nails. Using whatever happens to be in my hand to scratch or rub my skin raw… I want this damn feeling to go away… I want to bleed… I want to hurt. I want to die…and I want to live and be free of all this shit. I have been purposefully putting myself in dangerous situations…but as of yet I’ve been okay… I just feign a smile and act like it was an accident if someone questions my actions… They’re never accidents… I even tried to get smashed in the head by my horse when she reacted to something and reared up striking out– typically, smart- NORMAL- people move out of the way of a rearing, striking horse but I just kind of moved towards her… I almost got clobbered…but wasn’t close enough…. Though I’m pretty sure that getting my head smashed would feel better than this never ending fucking migraine shit. FUCK.
Fuck I’m done tonight, everything is hurting… lights are bothering my eyes, my computer fan is too loud. Just over all I haven’t been very happy recently so everything is just annoying and painful.
I need some fucking help… I mean obviously I do in regards to what I’ve posted so far; but even then, all that I’ve written so far is still watered down a lot. I stare off in to space constantly wondering what if… “what if I die today?”… “What if I finally do it?”… “What if…” It drives me nuts. I’m constantly looking for health care professionals in my area that are in my insurance coverage but I never contact anyone… I can’t… I don’t have the courage but guys I’m getting scared… but I don’t know what to do… I can’t talk to anyone- and I don’t mean that as in “I don’t have anyone to talk to so I can’t etc” I mean that in I PHYSICALLY CAN’T… I’ve tried and I clam up… I shut down and I get quiet and I just…can’t…
Please…if anyone had some coping methods that I can try just to keep my head about the water right now… just so I can stay in the grey- I don’t think I can deal with dropping into the blue right now… I don’t know… but if you have any thoughts please share… I want to cry but I can’t I need to hold it together… I will not relapse tonight… I WILL…NOT…
My headaches are back again… a short explanation to all you: Since I was about 12ish I’ve had headaches and migraines on and off varying in degree of intensity and lasting. My worst one lasted 3 months and doing anything was hell.
Back to now have had a headache for the past week and today it was awful…i couldn’t focus. I kept messing up simple tasks. ugh.
However on a better not I didn’t binge today even though I wanted to. I didn’t purge even though I wanted to, (I didn’t eat anything healthy but that is for another time)…. I wish I could say I did ‘t self harm but I can’t…but I didn’t self harm as much as I wanted to- don’t know if that means anything.
I felt…really empty today though. I just really wanted be able to disappear… but I pushed past the emptiness and the pain and just kept working until I was able to go home.
almost all good things happened today and I want to turn my arms into shredded meat….What. The. Fuck?! Seriously…what is wrong with me… fuck.
Fuck it all. My mind is a dick.
I also want to cry…and scream.
But I won’t. I’ll continue to stare blankly at the wall- after I’ve finished writing.
Oh also…I’m a piece of shit because I am getting a horse and I can’t be trusted with sharp objects…??? Like horses are my passion…being around horses and riding them and petting them…brings me as close to happiness as I can get… but…I am TERRIBLE for getting this horse…She is gorgeous and sweet and athletic and will be an amazing dressage horse… but how I can I take this horse when I may very well be dead tomorrow? How I can I do that to her and to everyone else who would have to figure out what the hell to do with her if I die? How can one person be so goddamn selfish? Because in all reality I have a super high chance of killing myself and it’s not fun…it’s not okay..but I love this horse and I want her… fucking damnit…just… FUCK.
I woke up feeling fairly shitty. You know that feeling you get went you want to cry for absolutely no fucking reason? That was today. I hate that feeling. I get that feeling and then I get angry because I hate the weakness of it all… and basically I’m just a total dick…but internally. Externally I’m just quiet…pensive.
But I digress…today wasn’t awful at least. I worked part of the day. Didn’t have much to do this time. I mentioned previously I work at a barn; more specifically I train horses, give riding lesson, guide trail rides and other shit depending but those are the main things. Going on a detour here for a moment while I’m on the topic of my job… If you ever decide to go on a trail ride regardless if it is the single file snooze fest ones or not please please PLEASE for the love of everything do not say you are an experienced rider if you only kind of ride. YOU ARE NOT EXPERIENCED JUST SITTING ON A HORSE AND KIND OF RIDING AROUND ON IT.
You are experienced when you can walk, trot, and canter comfortable and control the horse when it gets excited. If you are holding your reins up to your shoulders and habe your legs sticking out past the horse’s face- YOU’RE NOT EXPERIENCED. Just because you may have been on a horse before… just because maybe you’ve flopped around when they’ve trotted… doesn’t mean you are experienced. Horses are animals…wild fucking animals. No matter how much training they have…no matter how old they are- THEY CAN AND WILL SPOOK… it may take a horse 20 years before its spooks. But every horse spooks. When places say you can or cannot do something on a ride it is for YOUR SAFETY and the safety of they horse because even the best riders in the world can be injured or killed… If you go to a place to ride and you’re not experience they will know. Lying will get you nowhere…If you seriously want to trot and canter the horse you’re riding talk to the place before hand and see if they have an arena you can ride around in and go those speeds, (tip: don’t say “run” it’s a tell tale novice rider sign), that is the best way to be able to speed up when riding… It’s in a controlled and safe environment… It may not be as picturesque as the trail ride but it’s a lot safer if you don’t know much about riding. Every place has different rules and different things the allow and don’t allow and will do as part of the ride system, (for example I always give a brief riding lesson to all trail riders before we leave because I allow trotting on the ride (experienced riders have the option to canter as well) and knowing how to properly handle your horse helps a LOT)…Asking will not hurt you. I promise. If the place is rude on the phone btw do not go there…seriously don’t give them the benefit of the doubt…just find another place. Where there is one trail ride provider there are at least 2 others near that you might not have seen before. Phone/email etiquette is important. You as the customer deserve respect- the worker also deserves respect so when you’re calling or emailing around to places don’t be a twat. last tip before I move on READ the fucking website. Almost ALWAYS your question is answered on the website and if it’s not reread it again before you contact them- it’ll save a lot of time and effort.
Back to my day- I didn’t have any real issue with my ride today. One rider said they were experienced and to a point they were but…just not taught very well. But they rode well enough. But overall it was an ok day at work. I rode one of the trail horses before the day started because he’s been turning into a bit of a dick and trying to race back to first barn now… He’s getting better but is going to need a couple more days of correction.
I was wanting to leave work to support my sister-in-law’s event but I procrastinated. I showed up at the last like 20 minutes of the event…I feel bad but also don’t really care… is that bad? I don’t know but I’m an asshole about things like that really… I just don’t care. I’m not interested. I’ll show up but I won’t pay attention to anything or buy anything… shitty but whatever.
The rest of the day/night… I’ll be doing nothing…well I might have a couple glass of Scotch….fuck I’m out of ice. I don’t want to go anywhere… anyone care to donate some ice? Yay enabling… (sarcasm)