Tacos

Day 43: My psychiatrist really annoys me sometimes. I just want to bash her peppy little head against the wall. Of course, that's probably why I am seeing a psychiatrist at all. She just won't listen to me and it's frustrating.

Her: Aren't you overreacting?

Me: *explains why I'm not overreacting*

Her: Don't you think you're overreacting?

Me:*tries to be patient and explains again*

Her: *makes no effort to see my viewpoint* So you're overeacting?

GAH NO I'M NOT OVERREACTING, MY REACTION IS PERFECTLY NORMAL!

My therapist is much more understanding but my psychiatrist is just annoying. Unfortunately, I have to put up with  her because she prescribes the lovely drugs that keep me sane. In other news, I had Taco Bell today. I rarely have Taco Bell since there's about five great Mexican restaurants  right by my house but I felt like having some artificial mexican food. I got two crunchy tacos and they were quite delicious. Keep in mind they were nothing like real mexican food but they were yummy all the same.

Fallin' for you

Day 42: Sigh sigh sigh. I am in major crush mode. I love this feeling. The feeling of something new and exciting, where anything is possible. That part of  a relationship where you're completely infatuated by the other person and the tough stuff hasn't come yet.I know I'll love the next feeling even more, the feeling of love. I'm falling hard, I'm falling fast. My heartbreak is gone and I've completely moved on. I feel like flying. I feel amazing. Ah I didn't think I would feel this way for a while but I do. Love songs are playing full blast, flirty texts are being sent, and plans are being made. We made a list of everything we want to do together. It's not done but we have twenty I think. Go on a picnic, go to the beach, kiss in the rain, and things like that.

I have all this energy. I feel like going for a run. Just running and running until my feet leave the ground and I fly way up into the sky. That sounds nice. I could float up there above the clouds and rain. Fly over a city, fly over the country, fly over the ocean. Perfect silence up there. These are the kinds of daydreams I have. In my daydreams I often have super powers. I once had this day dream I was with the cast of Heroes and we saved the world together. I'm not sure how I got that zoned out...

Do you know what I hate? People who are either proud of being a bitch or people who act like you better watch out for them. "You better watch out if you aren't nice/polite to me because I'm a bitch." Um, okay? Is that supposed to scare me? It honestly makes no sense to me and annoys me when people makes stupid threats like that. Your threatening to be mean/impolite? Okay...*cough*crazy *cough*. Just a random thought I had.

Stalkers

Day 41: My dad told me today that I can't talk to Danny anymore. Well that's a bit of a problem considering we are going on a date and if that goes well, he's going to be my boyfriend. I hate lying, I really do but I can't let someone that makes me happy pass me by. Am I wrong to do this? Maybe I am, but maybe I'm not. I'm tired of being depressed and feeling like my future is hopeless. I want to live and be happy. I don't think there's any limit on what I would do to be happy. I'm not talking about drugs or anything destructive, I'm just not going to let my parents stand in the way of my happiness.

Does that makes sense? Or do I just sound like a basket case right now? I'm writing a poem right now that I might post tomorrow. It's hard for me to organize my thoughts though so I don't know how long it will take to finish it. I have a topic for today: facebook stalkers. Don't even deny it, you know you're a lurker. We all are, it's almost impossible not to be one. You click on someone's page for a perfectly innocent reason like to write on their wall or to look at a new picture they posted. Somehow you get sidetracked when you see something that interests you and before you know it you've been looking through their whole page like an incredible creep. Okay, I admit, I've done this once when trying to find out who hooked up with who at my school.

I'm not proud of it, but facebook stalking sucks you in. You don't even know you're doing it until you catch yourself doing it. Honestly, I'm not that much of a stalker but I know some people who are. They go all out trying to find out about their ex-friends, ex-girlfriends/boyfriends, enemies, etc. That's a little too far for me. If it pops up on my newsfeed and I see it, then fine. If you're actively looking all the time for new information about whoever you're stalking...too far ha.

Jobs

Day 40: I know I'm a day late with this post but I'm sick and I didn't get a chance to do it yesterday. I'll still post it under the correct date though. I went over my texting. I was under the impression that I had unlimited so I had been texting Danny a lot. My dad called me this morning telling me if I ever so much as spoke to Danny again I would be grounded. Are you kidding me...? I am so pissed when I already offered to pay for the bill and now he's telling me I can never talk to one of my friends again.

I think I'm just going to get a pre-paid phone. Then I can call and text who I want without my parents getting on my back about it. I would have to keep the phone a secret but I think I could do it. I don't even care if I get caught, screw them. I hate not being eighteen. I've been looking for a job but I need to get more aggressive about it if I want to have enough money to move out. I have applied to Starbucks, CVS, Panera, Macy's, and Target. I think I'll go today and get an application from Subway.

You

Day 39: It's funny how when I'm most depressed I think about you. I think about how you're out there living your life and how I'm no longer a part of it. I'm no longer a part of it and you like it that way. You used to tell me when you were pissed at your parents, the things you and your friends did, funny stories that made me laugh. I think about how you used to rap and sing over the phone. I think about how we would skype but we both had to be quiet so we would just type and smile at each other. I've been having this dream where I see you again, sometime in the future, and we get back together. I hate that dream.

I can't get Tahiti out of my mind, memories of those perfect nights pop into my head whenever I close my eyes . I keep going over everything in my mind. It's like I think that if I go over it enough times you'll remember how you used to feel about me and call. I know that will never happen. I have this memory of when we were talking on the phone one time and you said, "I'm always worried about you." The way your voice sounded in that moment made me believe you cared. I remember when you told me you had never felt this way before but you didn't mind because it was with the right girl. I remember when you told me I was so different from all of the girls you had hooked up with/dated and how much you cared about me. You said I meant as much to you as your best friend. You were my best friend. Most of all I remember all of the times you promised never to hurt me.

I used to feel stupid for letting myself get hurt and deceived by you but now looking back, I see you were the perfect liar. Or maybe you weren't lying, you really did mean those things at the time. Maybe you were just a foolish boy making promises you couldn't keep and saying things you didn't fully understand. I'll never know since you refuse to talk to me or even explain why. I think about our last real conversation and how you said that you weren't good for my life and so that we shouldn't keep talking. The last time we talked you said you were afraid that if we kept talking more bad things would happen. I keep wondering if that's why you stopped talking to me, if you thought it was better for both of us. That possibility is the one that makes me cry the most.

The other possibilities only involve me being hurt but that possibility involves both of us hurting. I never want you to be hurt. I would hate it if I found out years later that was the reason behind all of this. That would mean we would both still loved each other, but you let me go because you thought it was the right thing to do. I hope every day that is not the case. I would rather believe you are a jerk then to think you are doing this to protect me. I would hate it if you were doing this because you loved me.

Singing

Day 38: Danny is singing on the phone for me. He sang "Must Have Done Something Right" and "I Miss You".  I didn't want to sing on the phone but I sang  Light's cover of "Fall Back Down". It wasn't as embarrassing as I thought it was going to be. I have decided that on Monday I'm going to start a 30 day tumblr challenge. Here's the list:

Day 01- A recent picture of you and 10 interesting facts about yourself

Day 02- The meaning behind your Tumblr name

Day 03- A picture of you and your friends

Day 04- A habit that you wish you didn’t have

Day 05- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to

Day 06- Favorite super hero and why

Day 07- A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you

Day 08- Short term goals for this month and why

Day 09- Something you’re proud of in the past few days Day 10- Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad

Day 11- Another picture of you and your friends

Day 12- How you found out about Tumblr and why you made one

Day 13- A letter to someone who has hurt you recently

Day 14- A picture of you and your family

Day 15- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play

Day 16- Another picture of yourself

Day 17- Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why

Day 18- Plans/dreams/goals you have

Day 19- Nicknames you have; why do you have them

Day 20- Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future

Day 21- A picture of something that makes you happy

Day 22- What makes you different from everyone else

Day 23- Something you crave for a lot

Day 24- A letter to your parents

Day 25- What I would find in your bag Day 26- What you think about your friends

Day 27- Why are you doing this 30 day challenge

Day 28- A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?

Day 29- In this past month, what have you learned

Day 30- Who are you?

Commitment Phobe

Day 37: I feel crappy today. I feel like I'm going to hurt him. I never really thought about it but I think I'm afraid of commitment. I never thought I was the type but I think I am. I get really anxious just thinking about being tied down in a relationship. With David it was easy because he lived across the country and we weren't officially together. I had my life and he had his but I still got that feeling of love and that someone cared about me. I wonder how things would have worked out if he had lived here? Would I have screwed up our relationship in another way by not wanting to officialy be together?

I'm a fan of the "together but not together" relationship. You act like a couple but you're not. You can still have your own life, you can still be independent. I hate feeling smothered. I found this article with signs that you're afraid of commitment. The ones in bold are ones I do.

Top 10 signs you’re commitment-phobic:

1. You have a long and elaborate list of requirements for your ideal mate.
2. You go from one short-lived relationship to the next. Lately I have been.
3. You have a habit of dating "unavailable" men.
   
4. You consider your married friends’ lives boring and think they settled for less.
5. You stay in relationships that are rocky and offer little hope of commitment.
6. You back out of plans at the last minute and have trouble setting a time for dates.
7. You cultivate large networks of friends at the expense of a single romantic relationship.
8. You have a lot of relationship trauma in your past. Well not a lot  of relationships but for the one relationship I had yes.
9. Your career is very important to you and you often choose work over relationships. (school)
10. You are constantly blowing “hot” and “cold” in your relationships.

6/10

Dang, I guess that means I have an issue of commitment. How do you deal with that? I hate myself sometimes. I hate the way I only want something until I have it. Once I have it I don't want it. I hate how my heart cannot make up its mind. I hate feeling confused. I hate the "hot" and "cold" feeling, how I'm always changing my mind. I thought I was a nice person, but now I'm not so sure...