by Sunflower Skies » Sun Jul 29, 2018 7:32 pm
There’s something really weird going on and I don’t really understand it. A lot of big stuff has been happening lately, but I feel like it doesn’t affect me as much as it should.
I’m going to a new school in a few weeks, but I’m not excited or scared for some reason.
We got a puppy a few months ago, but I felt like I was pretending to be really happy because my parents wanted all of us to be happy and normal for once.
We went to Disney world last year, and I’m going again to march on Main Street for my band, which is awesome. But it seems pretty distant, and whenever I do exciting stuff it’s a bit better than normal for a few minutes, like a high, then I just drop again.
One of my friends died last month in a freak accident. My parents cried about it more than I did- they hadn’t even met the kid.
I guess it all started when a big family thing happened and I’ve vented about that before here, but I feel like I’m older than I should be. Like I’ve seen too much. I’m too young to think like that, and everyone says childhood should be carefree. I just don’t understand.
I just wish I could be happy for my mom. I feel like there is a constant weight on my chest, and nothing really seems to lift it. Even when I’m having fun. I can’t remember when I last was lighter than now. I guess I’ve just always been abnormal and weird. I’m not complaining, I have amazing, beautiful friends. Even with my friends though, it’s pretty painstakingly obvious that I act a lot older than I should. I talk like I’ve seen the worst of the world, and I always have a sharp lump in the back of my throat. I can’t stop subconsciously thinking about everything.
I learned from an extremely young age how to mentally file away things, like the fancy Manilla envelopes my mom used at work, so that I could focus on a lot and not get it confused. Or to put it away for later. I learned how to read tons of books simultaneously by the age of eight or nine because of this, but since then there has been a specific envelope that i fill almost every day, and rarely take anything out of. My grief, anger, and guilt folder.
I know it’s stupid to envision it like this,but it makes sense.
I keep filling it up and up and up and everyday I add more and more stress to the already haphazard seems and creases in the folder, and I’m really scared whenever it breaks. I just have a meltdown. It hasn’t happened often.
There are some things that help. Reading books makes me not me anymore, and therefor in a better mindset. Listening to music shows me the vocalist and choreographer’s mindset, therefor pulling me away from mine. Sometimes I’m mean too, to take out anger on at least something, but I always feel much worse afterwards. I hate when I do that.
I’ve started seeing a therapist, and i hope they’ll understand.
I hope I’m not just a number.
No one ever wanted to be a number but no one ever had a choice either.
I hope I can really start hoping again.
Sorry for my random rant that skipped around and flopped so much, and I appreciate anyone who actually payed attention to me for once. Even typing this out is making me feel better.
god, I’m so weak. Needing someone to do the most menial things.
•Tryna•keep•my•
•mind•at•bay•
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“I'll face the sun again as soon
as this dreary night ends...
I’ll age another... thousand days
before I know it, Yeah, I'll spend
'em all inside, waste my time while
I'm scrollin'....
I love it when it rains”
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.. “Sunflower
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