Long time no see

I'm fighting a losing battle with my emotions.  I can't seem to get a handle on them.  I'm either up or i'm down.  And all of this happens in like a 5 minute time frame.  I'm losing sleep over these horrible emotions.  Whatever happened to not feeling anything?  Now I just feel way too much.  I wish I had the option to turn off my emotions and then turn them back on again.  Like a remote to your body.  As of now, I am shutting down because my emotions have exhausted me.  I hate myself for so many damn reasons.  

"I’m leavin’ never to come back again You found somebody who does it better than he can No more making you cry, no more them gray skies"

I hope that someday I can get past the actual past.  I'm tired of living through all of the terrible memories of the terrible events i was subjected to by the dreaded ex.  I want to throw up everytime i think of the past. He was the worst thing that has ever happened to me.  I have so many suppressed horror stories.  And i'm sure he's making it out to be like i'm the bad guy and that he was the perfect boyfriend.  He knew he was horrible, and he was worse than anyone could ever imagine.  I hate that i wish death upon him, and yes i know that is strong.  But there are so many times in the past that i wished to die because of the way things were.  i hate him so beyond any recognition.  I could probably kill him if he was near me.  But unfortunately that would put me in jail, and i'd rather move on and have a better life.  And i'm on my way to that better life now.  Thanks to a fantastic boyfriend.  He's helping me get better.  Thank god he's come into my life.  Thank god that i'm done dating that POS. 

"Im just sittin' out here watching airplanes, Take off and fly, Tryin to figure out which one you might be on, and why you don't love me anymore"

I have a growing fear of lose inside of me.  I just can't shake the bad feelings that live within me.  I guess I will always have them, until the day I die.  Nothing is guaranteed anymore. People fall in and out of love all the time.  People come and go all the time.  Life is constantly changing and nothing is permanent anymore.  I just want to go somewhere where nothing changes fast.  I want to go somewhere where life is slow paced.  Where simple love is guaranteed.  Where you feel alive.  I feel dead here.  I want something to be simple and guaranteed for once.  But as long as i'm here and i'm living with these memories and nightmares of the past, i will never be okay.  I just have to keep the demons at bay for 2 more years and then I can escape to somewhere where I feel alive.  Where I can start over fresh, where no one knows me or what I've been through.  Where I can finally be something that no one knows.  I want to be somewhere where I can come and go and no one will worry about where I am going and where no one will worry about whether i'm coming home that night.  I want to move to the country and have a farm and just have life be simple for me for a change.  I just wish I could be okay and not scared for once.  I used to be fearless, but i'm weaker than I thought.  I have nothing left to give anymore.  I have nothing and no one.  Part of it is my fault.  I don't let anyone get to close for fear they'll desert me.  I made the mistake of letting someone in too fast and now I can't figure out how to guard myself back up.  I don't want to feel anything, because then you can't get hurt.  And i'm hurting right now and I don't want to. I wish i wasn't scared. I just want to be safe and confident for once.  I love him so much and it scares me.

"I don't want to sleep without so i bid to you goodnight tonight sleep tight my love"

"If your forever was ending tomorrow, would this be how you'd want to have spent it?"

I'm not sure if i want someone to love me or not.  I feel like a giant disappointment to people and I just can't stand to let one more person down.  It's bad enough that I let myself down so often.  But seriously, please someone tell me what good I am to a person? I don't fit anywhere.  I don't fit into anyones world.  I never have and I don't think I ever will.  I just don't feel like I belong.  And this is not out of depression, and yes I have been off of my pills for a week or two.  But i'm not suicidal.  I'm just starting to feel like I don't belong anywhere.  Maybe at work with the dogs.  I belong there.  Or on a beach.  Or at a farm.  But other than that, it just doesn't feel right.   Like i'm a mutt placed in a room with purebred dogs.  You can dress me up and pretend that i'm grand and glorious and beautiful and that I belong there.  You can prance me around in nice things, but its just a sad fact that I'm just a mutt and everyone else is a purebred.  This is how I feel in Carlos's world.  How horrible is that?  I feel like an ugly mutt in his beautiful purebred world.  I don't belong.  I feel like I'm just not the right person for his life.  I look at him, his brother, and his brother's girlfriend and they've got it all together. They make perfection and class look easy.  Like they roll out of bed and are amazing.  Some people just walk in the light I guess.  I on the other hand roll out of bed and have to go to work.  Maybe it's better if I don't get too attached to people.  Why can't I just accept myself?  I guess I really feel like an ugly mutt in a purebred world.  718 days till graduation.  Yes I understand that that is very sad and pathetic.  But it's all I seem to have right now.  I should just leave this place right now, and go and find where I belong.  I've never truly belonged here.  At least that's how I feel.  

"Don't close your eyes, this is your life, are you who you want to be?"

I've been trying to live without you now... but i miss you

The Heart of the Matter

I got the call today, I didn't wanna hear
But I knew that it would come
An old true friend of ours was talkin' on the phone
She said you found someone
And I thought of all the bad luck,
And all the struggles we went through
How I lost me and you lost you
What are these voices outside love's open door
Make us throw off our contentment
And beg for something more?

I've been learning to live without you now
But I miss you sometimes
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning them again
I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter
But my will gets weak
And my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore

These times are so uncertain
There's a yearning undefined
And people filled with rage
We all need a little tenderness
How can love survive in such a graceless age
And the trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness
They're the very things we kill, I guess
Pride and competition cannot fill these empty arms
And the work they put between us,
You know it doesn't keep us warm

I've been trying to live without you now
But I miss you, baby
The more I know, the less I understand
And all the things I thought I figured out, I have to learn again
I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter
But my will gets weak
And my heart is so shattered
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore

All the people in your life who've come and gone
They let you down, you know they hurt your pride
Better put it all behind you; cause life goes on
You keep carrin' that anger, it'll eat you up inside

I wanna be happily everafter
And my heart is so shattered
But I know it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore

I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter
Because the flesh will get weak
And the ashes will scatter
So I'm thinkin' about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if you don't love me anymore
Even if you don't love me anymore

When life was simple...

Oh how I miss riding.  I used to live and breathe for riding.  I miss it all so much.  When nothing else mattered but the connection between horse and rider.  I always remember when I would have a bad day or get dumped or something, and I would go riding.  For that amount of time, it didn't matter that I was in pain.  God what I would give to have a horse of my own.  Someday I will have one of my own.

I'm in your head and everybody knows, i'm supergirl

My Black Boots and the Jerks who loved them

I have a theory that the heels on my feet attract a particular species of “man-heel” unofficially know as Jerkus Maximus. A brief history:

Jeff, thirty-six, drawn to my black calf-length boots like a moth to a bonfire. We meet at a trendy San Francisco bar and he immediately compliments my “sexy” shoes (hello red flag). He’s cute, except he’s never without a lint brush or a nail file, and he shaves his entire body. I know this because he tells me on our first date. When he starts asking wildly inappropriate questions about my preferred positions (not the political kind, mind you), I vow to never answer his calls again.

Chad, twenty-seven, drawn to my four-inch DKNY cork wedges. On our third date, he declares every one of his former girlfriends jealous psychos. I invite him to a party and he shows up with a black eye and swings the host’s kids around by their arms until they scream for mercy. In the days to follow, irrational fights seem to descend on me out of nowhere—usually about the high heels I choose to wear for a night on the town without him.

Matt, twenty-nine, drawn to my sparkly gold Stuart Weitzman stilettos. He refers to his countless other women as “paperwork,” as in, “I can’t see you tonight, I have some [dramatic pause] paperwork to do.” On weekends, he makes midnight runs to the convenience store to buy Snickers, Ding-Dongs, and beer which he likes to consume in one sitting. Fifteen extra pounds into our relationship, I can suddenly out-run him when I’m not wearing the stilettos and choose to do so when I discover he’s still “in touch” (quite literally) with his ex-girlfriend.

Jake, twenty-nine, drawn to those trouble-making calf-length boots of mine. He’s an athlete (the San Francisco equivalent of The New Yankee, and every bit as handsome). He chats me up at a fundraising fête—commenting on the boots—and, shockingly, contacts me the next day. Although he seems perfectly normal on the phone at first, he starts texting, “What are you wearing?” at all hours, and like so many women before me, I foolishly play along and describe something sexy from head to toe (even though I’m likely in jeans and tennis shoes). In person one night, he’s disappointed it was all a very convincing act put on by a very timid good girl. I learn a valuable lesson about professional players and, over the course of several weeks, find out he has slept with nearly every woman living within a twenty-mile radius, including three of my somewhat-close friends.

Silly me. I used to think men don’t notice women’s shoes, but I hear that’s a whole lot of bunk.

When shoes scream “sex!” (unknowingly, in my case), fellas listen, and inevitably want to rip them off—or, in some cases, leave them on.