Everything is terrible but it's not mine.
Aug. 24th, 2017 07:44 pmGeez the last time I said anything my dad had quit his job.
That did not stick. His boss apologized and he went back to work. Which...whatever it's not my life.
( pet death and other bad stuff behind the cut )
But in the end, while I can be upset and offer what little 'do things' support I am able. None of this is mine. I can feel for my friend, be sad about all of these things. Hurt. But this is not mine, in the same way that my dad wanting to quit his job is not my choice or life.
Additionally she is with lots of family and not alone away from adults most of the day like she was on the northside. So she is not talking to me as much (and is probably trying to process all of this terrible). I am feeling lonely, but realizing that I'm getting sucked into people's everything again. I stopped talking to another friend completely because my internal voice had become her voice and it was saying terrible judgy things all the time.
It's so easy to hand all of myself over to someone else. It's what I practiced growing up, it's what I practiced going through the end of college and onward. I think high school was the last time I really did things for myself that felt like choices. I don't mean picking classes, I mean spending my time and being able to hear what it is I want.
I am learning about myself again. I bought a new calculator because I remember loving mine from school. I have little use for it other than balancing my checking account, but I joyfully use it for that. I signed up to be part of a penpal thing because I want more of those and many of my friends don't care for that sort of thing. I covered a small canvas and part of a larger one with paint because I miss it.
I still have no idea where I'm going, and all I can really do about anything else is nothing. I can only explore my own things right now. I can't fix the other stuff. It hurts so bad, and I can't make it better. I don't have that power. Sitting in a tiny boat in the middle of a still ocean.
That did not stick. His boss apologized and he went back to work. Which...whatever it's not my life.
( pet death and other bad stuff behind the cut )
But in the end, while I can be upset and offer what little 'do things' support I am able. None of this is mine. I can feel for my friend, be sad about all of these things. Hurt. But this is not mine, in the same way that my dad wanting to quit his job is not my choice or life.
Additionally she is with lots of family and not alone away from adults most of the day like she was on the northside. So she is not talking to me as much (and is probably trying to process all of this terrible). I am feeling lonely, but realizing that I'm getting sucked into people's everything again. I stopped talking to another friend completely because my internal voice had become her voice and it was saying terrible judgy things all the time.
It's so easy to hand all of myself over to someone else. It's what I practiced growing up, it's what I practiced going through the end of college and onward. I think high school was the last time I really did things for myself that felt like choices. I don't mean picking classes, I mean spending my time and being able to hear what it is I want.
I am learning about myself again. I bought a new calculator because I remember loving mine from school. I have little use for it other than balancing my checking account, but I joyfully use it for that. I signed up to be part of a penpal thing because I want more of those and many of my friends don't care for that sort of thing. I covered a small canvas and part of a larger one with paint because I miss it.
I still have no idea where I'm going, and all I can really do about anything else is nothing. I can only explore my own things right now. I can't fix the other stuff. It hurts so bad, and I can't make it better. I don't have that power. Sitting in a tiny boat in the middle of a still ocean.