The Void Star Within

 

empty is a good word for what i feel like, and have been feeling like for several years.  the fear of not doing anything worthwhile with my life struck me hard today.  how do people just work their lives away with nothing but a boring retirement on wages no one in their right mind could live on?  i'm going to be put away at this rate.  my paranoia is doing nothing but getting worse. someone has been fucking with me.  maybe not "out to get me" but a befuckery only known by people that are mean, smart and have way too much free times on their hands.

lots of people fit this bill.  its hard not to hide anything valuable or look over my shoulder every few minutes.  this crazy house i'll be in for the next year looks like nothing that would advance me further in my endeavors.  help me survive from day to day, sure.  maybe i won't dread the next morning so much.  or get off my ass to take care of me, my environment and most of all my daughter.  

it's all for her at this point.

that right there is a really shitty way to survive; in dread, i mean.  inactivity and boredom are my worst enemies, ones i thought were my allies at one point.  if i weren't so lazy or broke or a million other things, my life might be worth living.  i guess i just have to be the best mom i can be, because she's all that's left of me that really matters.  finding the shining star within sounds romantic, but is almost futile, though i would try until i'm blue in the face.  nurturing her star so she doesn't face the same fate as myself is my main priority.

please don't live like this, serenity.  it is my greatest wish for you that you do something fulfilling with your life, whatever that may be.  in a way the your grandparents wanted for me, but i pass to you.  mommy is a little too fucked up to not fuck you up, so do your best, okay? i love you, more than i could love myself or any significant other.  this is not your fault.

it all comes down to...

mixed eulogy

 

i'm not really sure where i am at this point in my life.  it's as if my life has paused for an interlude before moving on to the next big event.  i'm ... waiting.  for what? i'm kind of getting impatient here.  i'm drowning in a sea of nothing.  nothing at all.  i'm losing myself to the tide of these personae.   the pills keep them at bay most of the time, but every once in a while they pop up unannounced when i feel like i'm about to panic.  everyone has changed.  everything has changed.  but me.  i'm still right here.  stuck to a schema of eradicated truths.  its a ghost i cannot see, but i know it's there.  

contemplating death a lot lately. good thing i have responsibilities, huh?

Ecstacy

catch

me

before

i 

drift

away

like

silk

slipping

away

into

the

spaces

in

between

The Language of Frustration

RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A Coffin Your Size

if there is one thing i cannot take, it is being defeated again and again by this damnable illness that hijacks my brain from time to time, often triggered by external stressors.  i am giving up my baby to a couple that will take much better care of him than i can offer.  this is an irreversible choice.  i am moving again because i am repeatedly assfucked by the department of social services.  if one is going to help, i expect it to actually help, not to hinder.  my relationship is rocky at best, distant on your average day and a maelstrom of turmoil at worst.  i'm not entirely sure what the hell i'm doing, but whatever it is i guess it's not good enough.  

i'm not good enough for her or my children or anybody.  i guess i need to remove myself before i do any more damage than i've already inflicted.  figuratively or literally, i'm not sure yet.  it would take approximately five and half hours for me to die, according to my goodbye playlist.  i'm wondering how long a mass amount of pills would take to destroy my liver and fry my brain.  i wonder what it would be like to be hit by a car and bleed out within a matter of minutes.  i wonder what it would be like to be struck by lightning.  i wonder what it would be like to just die.

i wonder these things too much.

i am not healthy, i'm rational enough to realize this.  these characters, these ... alternates ... they take the drivers seat more and more.  i'm happy to sit in the passengers side, watching the road roll by without me.  let them take responsibility.  let them handle it.  i want to curl up in the dark and never squint in the light again.  it's too bright.  it's too brilliantly painful, illuminating all that is sick about me and the world.

i've lost faith in humanity, one human at a time.

i'm ill, i'm sick, i'm terminal.

i'll just sit here and eat my emo crackers in silence.  i miss silence.  there is never quiet in my head, so i blare music to drown it out.  sometimes it works.  sometimes it doesn't.  i am not okay, but why push that on others?  they have their own shit to deal with.  i'll deal with mine, come better or worse.

i have broken.  i can piece myself back together, but there will be cracks.  deep ones.  i hope the picture is still discernible after all of this.  so i can still see me in the mirror, and not the bullet holes where my compassion used to lie. 

post-post inebriation

 

teehee.  owned.