first journal [link]This is what comes out of my mind/mouth when my whole Bi-Polar Disorder and Depression come in full swing.
The beginning is so angry and bitchy...the ending just becomes sad and depressing...
The bottom line is: I want everything back to the way it was...
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Anger and SadnessCurrent mood: melancholy
Urgh, I just don't know anymore...
I'm tired of both of them. They both lied to me in their own way...
They're both weak.
They're both liars.
I'm tired of doing anything and everything for them. He toyed with me for months, lied to me and then ripped out my heart. She came to save the day, or so I thought, and instead stomped all over the pieces.
Soooo...I don't know what to really say. I don't know what to do, for that matter. I know what I should do and my parents agree: I shouldn't have anything to do with them anymore. My mom doubts Brittney's intentions and thinks she's really just doing/planning shit behind my back and I have to say, I don't put it past her. My dad says, "Fuck 'em, both. They don't deserve me." and I like that. lol
I've been too hard on myself for too long. When it all comes down to it, I want to put myself first. I don't want to have to continue to put their feelings and their existence before mine; it's been going on for far too long.
So, fuck him and fuck her. I'm not going to put myself through all this shit just because I still love him and because I'm supposed to protect her. They can get together for all I care. They're probably meant for each other. Neither of them can open up, they're both stupid and have no experience with doing anything for anybody else. (Of course I don't actually want them together. I'm just angry and annoyed and lost and pissed and I want to strangle them both D: )
She says people step all over her. Ha, for that to happen you actually have to do or say something.
He doesn't want to let anybody in or open up at all; it's too hard.
I get stepped on and just keep letting it happen. I never want to see anybody hurt and because of it, I get hurt. I just can't do anything anymore. I'm completely torn up on the inside and it gets harder to live and be happy every day. Then, they both decide to come out with this shit when I'm in such a delicate state...Yeah, great planning A-holes.
Brittney- I tried to fucking help you with your intense shyness. I tried to get close to you after drifting apart. I can't help it that you tuned me out and only spent time with Courtney.
Ricky- You foul thing you. I asked you every fucking day for 3-4 months if you were okay, if you still liked me or loved me and you would constantly say you were okay and that you did like me. Well, what the fuck was I supposed to do about you lying? I told you that you could tell me what was wrong and that I would help you, but you just couldn't let me in, could you? Yeah, I fucked up, I know that, but I constantly did things to make up for it. If you still had a fucking problem, couldn't you have said something? TALKING. It does fucking wonders.
And you say neither of you noticed. Well maybe if you two weren't so busy wallowing in your own self-pity and stopped fucking flirting with each other, you would've noticed someone right in front of you. I hope it hurts, because it's nowhere near what I'm dealing with.
You're just balls of self-torture and hate and it's disgusting to see. It's hard to look at the both of you because you won't do anything to help yourself. No one wants depression, but neither of you do anything to try and get out of it, you just whine and bitch and moan. It's hard, I know, oh GOD do I fucking know. I'm sorry you guys are weak. I'm sorry I fucked up the way I did. I'm sorry I wasn't always there for you (Brittney). I'm sorry I was there too much (Ricky). There seems to be nothing I can do to make either of you happy.
Sadly...I'd still like to be with the both of you.
Britt, you're my best friend, but you make it easy to hate you when you flirt with Ricky every chance you get. That's low. Just because we're not dating doesn't mean you should do that. I would never do that shit to you. I know when you "loved" Sam all I did was help you; I still liked him, too. All I ever wanted was to stay close to you and be the sisters we were. Nothing will be the same again. If I ever do get back with him or anybody else, I will always think, "Does she like him?" I will never trust with anybody I hold so dear to me ever again.
Ricky, you were my one and only. I had such high hopes even though we had bad times. I would cry randomly just because I was so scared of what might happen. I would cry over the horrible things that happened. I was always so alone, but then I had you, so it wasn't so bad... Now I have no one, I have nothing.... I know I have friends, but I don't have that one special person...
You know, I don't know what was true or what was a lie the whole time we were together... I know you love me...I know you care about me, but maybe you never wanted that future with me...Maybe you never were in love with me... But, then I think, "He was happy then and he really did mean all those things." and then I would smile...
I think what makes it hurt the most is that you're both sorry.... There are so many emotions flying around and I just don't know what to do... As you can tell (if you read all of this, that is), I went from being really pissed to depressed to sad to somewhat happy... Oh, the wonders of Bi-Polar Disorder and Depression!
"I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all."
-Alfred Lord Tennyson
"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened."
-Dr. Seuss
"One year of love is better than a lifetime alone."
-Queen
Haha, how great are those quotes? I love them and I have to keep reading them...they somehow give me strength.
Message me if you want to talk about any of this. I don't think any conversations should be out in the open.
By the by, I'll bring you all some cake from my pity party
10:24amSorry, there's no cake left :c
Soooo...I'm still upset....
I still don't know what to do with myself Dx
I want to hate them, but I can't... I want to strangle them both, but that would be wrong...
I really feel like throwing up...
Heartache is horrible...It makes you hurt all over the place and feel so sick.
I don't really care for everyone's whining about how mean I'm being or whatever. 'cause...I kind of don't care...You all thought I was a bitch before, just wait until you see me completely unleashed.
It hurts...I'm not gonna lie...It hurts so much that I just wish it would all end.
I swear, he's so tired of me and I know there's nothing I can do, but still. Just...FUCK! I wasn't even given a chance. I'm sure he made up his mind a long time ago and when he just didn't feel like dealing with me anymore, he just left.
I just want to sleep the rest of the summer away and ignore everyone once I get back to school. I really don't want to talk to anybody once school starts. I'll be all alone and depressed and Ricky and Brittney will be talking and I'll just hurl on the fucking floor.
This piled on top of everything else just made me die a little inside....All this senseless shit that happened and can't be fixed.... Everything hurts and I just want to cry...I just want to cry my eyes out and go to sleep...I just want to be loved again...
If I were a drunk, my liver would gone.
If I smoked, my lungs would be gone.
But, I'm not any of those....I'm just a sad sad little teenager who wants to curl up next to the one person who said he loved her...
I want my hair to be petted...
I want hugs...
I want warmth and happiness...
I want to cuddle...
I just want it all back...
I'm sad and pathetic and can't seem to let go...
I don't care...
I would beg on my knees for him to take me back if that's what it took...
But he doesn't want me back...and there's nothing I can do...
11:10amHere's what it feels like:
Imagine that there is a red string, yes red, looped around your heart.
Now, imagine that that string is suddenly tugged on. Great, now someone's got a hold of you...
Alright, so things go fine for quite a while; there are ups and downs and all arounds, but things work out.
Then, they tug on it and tug on it until they just rip it out.
Ouch.
This is when you find out that that nice little red string, is actually...
red piano wire.
Now, your heart's on pieces all over the floor.
You pick them up before they get stepped on anymore.
You try to put them back together...
But, try as you might, it just doesn't work; there are connected pieces here and there, but the rest just won't go back together... There are even some bleeding pieces.
Then...you just sit alone...
You laugh...
You cry...
You get angry...
You have nowhere to go...
And now you're alone...