i always thought i might be bad, now i’m sure that its true. ‘cause i think you’re so good and i’m nothing like you

i haven’t been sleeping great, and have had to wake up by 5 last week, over the weekend and today, so it’s been a weird, blurry while.

i’m glad there’s such thing as mother’s day, as i like an excuse to buy my mom stuff. i like buying gifts for people. a lot of people deserve more gifts, especially mothers.

i got my mom a necklace and this card.

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it’s funny because it could totally be one of our cats, or a metaphor for me being all destructive and impractical at times, me and my siblings. but we love her and she loves us, for some reason. probably because we’re all so adorable.

i know i complain about my mom a lot, and i bet she wants to complain about me, lol. but i don’t know what i would do without her. she’s my closest friend and the one real constant in my life. without her the world would be like a million times scarier.

there isn’t much going on in my life. though this week i am going to apply for a few universities, which is scary. i’m thinking of this smaller school, which is more expensive and competitive, but i think it would be a good fit for me. i like the idea of getting to know professors and having them actually know who i am.

with steps forward like this my anxiety goes into overdrive of what-ifs. but i’ve talked it over with myself, and there aren’t that many possible pitfalls of applying to a college. the worst thing is that they won’t accept me. and there are so many schools out there.

so i’m nervous but i’ve felt a little better since i found out i passed my last semester.

i’m thinking of trying to completely cut caffeine from my diet. i just rely on it too much, and i worry it messes with my sleep more than i know. i try not to drink anything with caffeine after 12pm, but sometimes have some like to get me through a paper or other homework. it’s not healthy. plus lately i keep getting heartburn, and it’s really annoying. i’d wean myself off of it though so i can avoid headaches.

overall, things are okay. i’m managing like usual. plodding away like the persistent though often unsuccessful treasure that i am.

i figure things may not be going great, but they will keep going, regardless. time is stupid like that. so i might as well enjoy the things before they pass me by on the way to wherever i’m going right now. i may not have this view tomorrow, so i’m going to hold on to it today.

 

 

 

 

i was born in a thunderstorm

ugh i deactivated my facebook account for like the third time. my birthday is approaching. i hate birthdays. people give me attention that i feel is undeserved, and it makes me squirm.

but my dad was in playa del carmen still, and so he made me reactivate facebook to look at his damn pictures. he went parasailing, caught some fish. he had fun. i’m super happy for him. he has seriously never been on vacation in his life. the last time he was out of the country was when he was in the army. and in the pics he looks really happy. it’s pretty great.

just found out i passed my classes….i was sure i was going to fail at least one. lol i’m not mad though. i still haven’t processed it yet. i have a degree. i’m done with that school. i’m going to miss my advisor.

now i just have to decide what to do next.

in august i’m going to new york to visit my brother. i bet it’ll be fun. we went there once, when i was around 14. it wasn’t as impressive as i thought. the empire state building wasn’t that tall. i was always more of a chrysler building person. or even the flatiron building.

i rearranged some money to start saving for whatever. the future, i guess. and all that entails.

everything’s coming together somehow. lol, time to really flip my shit and have a breakdown i guess.

 

alien observer in a world that isn’t mine

it’s almost 6pm. i am done with finals.

i don’t even care if i get a d as a grade in those two classes. as long as i pass. maybe they’ll have mercy on me. i’m thinking now i’m getting a c in one of the classes. ugh. that i’m okay with that just shows how far i’ve sunk. i don’t even wanna think about what this will do to my gpa. it wasn’t that great to begin with.

my environmental science teacher let me take my test i missed on tuesday, after i took the final. she is nice. i would even think she was nice if i didn’t get to retake it. she is fond of animals, has a big heart. i can tell she cares about things more than she has to.

i got a weather alert on my phone, tornado warning. that basically means either there is currently a tornado in the area, or one is imminent. and the alarms are going off. lol it’s funny to me how nonchalant people act when there’s a tornado. me included. i always joke that it can’t reach us, as ‘the buildings around us will slow it down too much’.

took this pic of the dandelions earlier. dandelion comes from french, dent de lion, which means lion’s tooth. i used to love learning the meaning of flower names. i like french too, it’s pretty and not too hard to remember. i always liked dandelions as well..nobody likes em. people try to kill them because they thrive. they’re great, and people try to bring ’em down because of that. so, i can’t relate but i’d like to one day.

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this was at my last final, afterward. i’m still not very confident i passed the class, but i’m glad i at least attempted, though i don’t think i did that well on the final. i’m still a little bitter that my teacher never emailed me back, and didn’t even bother talking to me in class. this is his last semester teaching, and he acts he doesn’t really care about it.

my mom bought some white, red, and yellow poppies today. they are a favorite of mine, especially the classic red. we used to have some growing along our house when we lived in a little town called emmetsburg. it’s named after robert emmet, who was an irish patriot who was hung, drawn and quartered for treason against the english. history: so beautiful.

in emmetsburg we lived next to a lake. i remember losing a pair of shoes to the mud at the bottom. looking for shells with my brother near the dock in early spring, the water freezing, but us having fun. searching for as many violets as i could pick. our old cat fritz bathing in sunlight in the living room. lol, he was a ginger cat. i liked to think he was named after the astronomer fritz zwicky, though i don’t think he was. that guy was pretty neat. he would call people spherical bastards, because they were bastards any way you looked at them. so funny. so angry.

now i’m upstairs, because lucy is restless.

i took a picture of her the other night. added the hearts ’cause she’s so special to me. she needs a bath and her claws trimmed. tomorrow i’m probs gonna do the bath thing if it’s nice out.

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it’s funny, our cat ari is declawed in the front, which i don’t agree with, but he is. he’s the only cat we have that is declawed. yet he’s the only cat that uses our scratching post. the other cats scratch up the furniture like the heathens/gods that they are. love ’em.

i’m pretty much in shock over everything. ok, that’s dramatic. but that’s what it feels like. i feel numb. like i’m done with feeling everything. i’m done with experiencing life in this flesh prison. also, i keep making stupid jokes that only i laugh at. so i guess all is pretty much the same as it always was.

tomorrow i have an appointment with my therapist. i don’t know if she’s a great shrink. i’ve been thinking about it. i have her phone number, she lets me text her because she trusts me enough not to abuse that privilege. i know a bit about her life. i’ve met her dog. i freaking love her dog. her dog’s name is named lucy, so i gotta. plus she’s a dog, so yeah it’s pretty standard for her to be great. where was i? oh yeah, my shrink. i wouldn’t try and find a new one. i wouldn’t wanna hurt her feelings. plus i kind of like that sometimes she feels a lot like a friend. i don’t have friends. i’m bad at having friends. it makes sense that i’d have to pay to have a friend. lmao, a platonic prostitute. a friendly fille de joie. a call-girl confidante.

k again, i’m done again for the day.

also, this is like the millionth time i’ve typed something out, then deleted it. today’s the day i guess. i did great.

 

time, hurry. heal my every wound

i haven’t been listening to any new music. i just listen to the same four depressed-sounding songs on repeat.

people don’t care about mental illness unless you are a threat to yourself or others. and even then it’s not real concern or empathy. it’s self interest. that’s fair tho. it’s not like i  wanna care about, for lack of a better word, neurotypical people. i’m not here to martyr myself on kindness that isn’t returned. i’m not that generous lately i guess.

last night was bad. i feel detached from everything right now. i’m not even real anymore.

the lady who lets me into my school building saw me crying on tuesday. i tried saying good morning to her yesterday but she just ignored me. i guess i’m a weirdo now who doesn’t deserve pleasant greetings.

the last presentations were done on thursday so i got out of my first class early and had to wait around for my next class. i waited for about an hour and by then my stupidity talked me into skipping my classes. i would rather be sleeping. sleep is the best. i’m not doing too great.

i may have been on a new path for a while but i think all the paths in my life lead to the same place.

i’m adrift in a sea of nothingness.

my mouth is dry and my mind is empty.

still no emails from my teacher.

i feel so out of it, i feel like if i let go of control even a little, i would be slurring my words.

i don’t want people to worry about me, but think they probably should worry. i know i worry about me.

last night was all tears and suicidal ideation. i’m just really scared. i don’t know why night bothers me so bad. i hate it. i actually dread the end of the day now. a bunch of my fears realized. feeling like i’m going to die alone in the big dark scary night world.

i don’t stop the train of thought tho i know it leads somewhere i don’t wanna go.

ah well.

my dad’s in playa del carmen, mexico. i’m jealous actually, a little. i wanna read by the ocean again. fall asleep, by the ocean. do nothing, by the ocean.

i had a dream once, where i was in the ocean near a rusty ladder sticking out of the water. there were icebergs in the distance. nearby there were orcas circling. i remember trying to climb the ladder but the rungs were too slippery. besides, it was a ladder to nowhere, stopping midair.

on tuesday i have finals.

you ran away from your uselessness like you had something to prove

i can’t decide if i’m a cynic or not. this is just one of the important choices i make every day. well, and is it really just one choice? or is it like a bunch of choices that add up to one thing eventually? can anyone even add that stuff up objectively? methinks not. so since nobody can really judge me accurately, i’m gonna just call myself an optimist. that’ll show ’em.

i saw a meme that was actually not a meme but just a twitter screenshot passed off as a meme; it said that all kids who read at a 12th grade level in 4th grade are now severely depressed and totally illiterate. i don’t know if this counts as bragging or dragging my self down, but that person has me all figured out.

lol i had a crush on a dumbass in 4th or 5th grade, and i told my friend, and she immediately ran and told him. i lost a crush and a friend that day, so sad. ’cause i, of course, had to explain to his face that i used to have a crush on him. so from then on i just tried not to care for him at all. and the moral of the story is trust no one and keep your feelings to yourself until it is too late to act on them. i’m good at finding morals. also, love is garbage and anyone who tells you otherwise is trying to lead you astray from the light and joy that faux apathy brings. by really, i joke. i mean, if love is garbage and we all deserve garbage, we deserve love. my philosophical depth is awe-inspiring.

elementary school is a haze of bad memories kinda. like there are a few nice bright moments where i felt good about the world and my place in it. but i was pretty damaged as a kid and so it colors every memory in a sadder light if i let it.

they say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and if that is true, i’m dead.

a little dot in the middle of the nation. the heartland. the midwest. the flyover states.

parts of south dakota are beautiful. the black hills, the badlands. mount rushmore was disappointing even as a child seeing it. i would honestly rather see the crazy horse memorial. it’s supposed to be like ten times larger.

i used to say i wanted to have a house built in the badlands. obviously, it’s state parkland so that is actually illegal. that is the kind of illicit activity that i wanna engage in.

deadwood reminds me of dell rapids. i once told my grandma i would retire there, hahaha. i’ve since changed my mind, but it would be nice to see the place again.

over the weekend my mother and i went to the hindu temple in madrid, iowa. i was nervous. i brought a bouquet of coral-colored roses as a gift, which i thought would be nice for one of the shrines.

i’m going to send a thank you card to one of the priests there, he was very helpful. i didn’t ask many questions, but he answered so well and fully that i didn’t really need to. then this morning i did my presentation, and that went well.

next week i have finals, and i’m dreading it. i keep looking for a way out, but i think the only way out is through.

my one teacher hasn’t emailed me back. freaking typical. on thursday i might go to my advisor. or not. i just talked myself out of it. she won’t be any help. there is no help. all the things that are supposed to be helpful just end up making things worse. booooo everything is terrible. i keep waiting for everything to catch up to me. i’m honestly terrified.

i’m up later than usual. i don’t wanna lay down and sleep. once i’m asleep i’m fine. but before i fall asleep and when i wake up are the worst. every little thing comes to haunt me before i sleep. when i wake up, a new day is beginning. and i waste it. no matter what i do it’s a waste. i know i’m just being negative. that it’s all distorted by my current state. but i can’t see the future and if i did i bet i would be a bit disappointed but not really surprised.

i wonder how the people i care about are doing but don’t reach out to them, because they don’t care about me, i think. if they did, why don’t they reach out to me? lol. it’s like i always have this hope that someone will reach out, because i know i never will. i always have this hope an extrovert will save me. silly. hope is another garbage concept that brings all the pain that we deserve. add it to the list. if i was simply indifferent and accepting of my situation, i would not feel as bad. can’t feel bad about not having that which doesn’t exist. lol, if we all just eliminate love and hope from our lives we’ll be much happier for it. haha i’m so bright. like a gigantic ball of fire soaring through space, i bring the sunshine.

yeah i’m going to just drop and be done with this thinking thing. consciousness is wasted on me.

i love everyone that i have ever known

i never really talked about my dna results from xmas. apparently (lol this isn’t really a surprise) about 60% of my dna is of western european origin. boring. it’s all germany, netherlands, belgium, and luxembourg. the rest is ireland/scotland/wales, iberian peninsula, great britain, scandinavia, european jewish, northwest russian, and less than 2% polynesian. so i’m a european mutt. guess i gotta start colonizing the whole freaking universe now and building neoclassical architecture all over da place in my own honor. no, i’m american, so i’ve really gotta start liberating people of their lives and give the rest freedom and equality and fraternity…okay and we’re back to france.

so boring really, though. i wanted a surprise. like maybe i’m not actually human or something along those lines, or i was adopted and my real family is even cooler. i also hoped it would give me an idea of my grandma’s father’s heritage. i always wondered about him. my grandma was adopted by her stepfather, and only met her biological dad twice in her life. i was always super curious about that. so mysterious.

it is 4:30 PM and it is snowing. i hope it snows so much class is cancelled tomorrow morning. snow days are the best. it’s a shame i hate winter so much, otherwise i could enjoy it. i used to like it. snow angels, snow forts, getting a four-wheeler stuck in the snow. ah. simpler times apparently revolved around snow.

alas, class probably won’t be cancelled. the snow isn’t really even sticking, it melts as it arrives.

all we’re doing in world religion is listening to dumb presentations. i’m sorry jan, but i don’t care about how the anglican church moved away from the catholic church and the pentecostal church moved away from the anglican church. so. boring. ok so it is a little interesting, and by interesting i mean funny. like, there are so many denominations with only slight differences, it’s crazy. i went to a non-denominational church up until age 7, and i’m pretty sure that’s a sin. i wonder if there is a separate heaven for each denomination, or how they sorted that out. seems like an oversight on somebody’s part. get on that. shakes fist at sky

all the cats are sleeping except ari. he’s prowling around, from window to window, watching the snowflakes tumble down.

walking lucy earlier was nice. the snow rustled my coat softly as it landed. it was almost peaceful, except for the traffic ruining my nice usual iowa april moment of snowfall.

 

she wrote the verse to all of his dreams

the last days of the semester are approaching fast. it’s 7:45AM

and now it’s after my first class, around 9. we are just doing our final presentations so i got out early.

i try to explain to my brain that it isn’t a reliable relayer of information. it doesn’t listen to me anymore. my thoughts aren’t my own anymore.

talking to people you don’t even agree with, on anything. bland, benign words. scribbling out first responding thoughts, voicing only lies. is it better to be kind or honest? can one be both? doubt it. but is lying really kind?

i’m split and undecided. the war continues, and both sides spill blood enough to bathe in. i don’t wanna fight. don’t wanna pick sides. we’ll all die anyway, all end up the same rotten relics of our ideals.

was asked about the syrian civil war. shoulders were shrugged. lol. i’m not a freaking expert on war. not a self-styled analyst, war prophet. war profit. besides, sometimes there are only bad choices. and on this, i don’t gotta choose.

can’t wait until westworld season 2 is on.

now it’s around 11:30. i’m doing poorly. skipping class. yet again.

i emailed my teacher, tried a little to explain my predicament. i asked if i should just drop the class and try again for another semester, or if my grade was still viable. this was supposed to be my last semester. my mom keeps bringing graduation up, saying we need to celebrate ’cause both my brother and i are supposed to graduate soon. it’s like a punch to the gut every time she says it.

i’m feeling rather trapped. ah well i’ll get out eventually.

now it’s around 7pm.

in good news, my older bro was offered a fulltime job higher up at the auction house he works at. i’m happy for him, though he lives so far away now what’s the use. plus he ignores my texts.

in sad news my aunt’s mother in law died. it was like she knew she was gonna die that day, she called everyone in her family and was found unresponsive in her chair, with a folder of funeral arrangements and the like on the table beside it. her husband was the one who found her, and tried cpr, and she had a flicker of a heartbeat when the ambulance arrived, but was pronounced dead by the time they reached the hospital. she was a really nice person, and so is her husband. it’s a shame life has to end the way it does.