I’m terrified of you leaving me. My trauma with abandonment is going to be the death of me one day. I hate the thoughts that go inside my head, even when I know I have no reason to be scared. I’m scared, even after everything we’ve been through, that deep down you don’t need me as much as I need you. I’m scared that you can go through the day and even weeks without me, even though you tell me you need me. I can’t control my thoughts and I don’t know how to tell you.
First time I’ve seen you in well over a year , I feel guilty if this is the level your reduced too , what are you doing to yourself , what are you doing , why would you be hanging out with these sort of people he’s old enough to be your grandfather , I know what was done to you when you were young would not have helped ypur situation but is there really a need for grandparents dating really , I ignored you and tried my best to avoid you was best I don’t ever really want to see you again to be honest , I hope your unhappy seems to me you are and will be if this is your effort at a relationship. Anyway I’m kinda happy seems to me like I’ve confirmed all you ever said or done to me was a lie and that makes me happy knowing I’m not missing anything only bullshit . I know you don’t understand me but I love you I really do even though I will never speak to you again I love you everyday .
I love you
Yours Always Michael
We got a portion of our holiday gifts set up little early. A doorbell camera that keeps an eye out for us at home, and a car camera to record the stuff that happens on the road.
An added bonus of the doorbell camera was it connects you to the neighborhood, with others sharing their alerts on lurkers, missing animals, etc. Unfortunately that perk is also a bit of a disappointment because now we’re seeing exactly how many lurkers are hanging out in the surrounding neighborhood testing doorknobs, getting into cars, and tis the season for package nabbers. I’d rather know than the suprise of a 3am intruder though.
Other than that, we had a few weeks of getting pounded by illness that the kid probably picked up at the playground. First came the flu, days of swimming in child vomit. Then came a feverish cold that knocked her out of school for just about another week.
It’s a relief for things to finally recover a sense of normalcy where I could get back to my work studies and daily challenges.
This weekend my mom’s bringing my grandma, brother, and her husband up for some early Christmas adventures. We’re going to have our yearly fondue indulgence at The Melting Pot and then hit up Camp Christmas for some kitchen, gaudy, fun. After the last few weeks, I am deeply looking forward to the spot of pampering.
When people like you, they don’t fuck you.
Just now realized there’s two different meanings to that and they’re both equally true lmao
I read every word.
I’m sorry this always happens.
As soon as I have alcohol in my system I become unfair. I start believing the truths about myself that I only reveal late at night, when no one is there to look at me with those pitiful eyes and ask are you okay?
I take it out on you because I feel strongly about you. I would say it’s because I’ve never felt this strongly about anyone before, but that’s a lie. I wish I could tell you what’s really going on. I wish I could be vulnerable to you before it destroys us. I wish.
Dear my sister, Im sorry for not being a good sister to you and I wish i done better because i just feel like absoloute shit that i was never able to help you even when i wanted to due to my mental health not being okay. I miss being the good sister i was but my depression is quickly getting the best of me and I just want to be the best sister you have since you’re younger than me and I’m so sorry for all the times i’ve gotten mad at you and even though you may not see this I still love you so much Kaykay.
It is sad but my biggest bucket list item with you
Was a slow dance with you
To Billie Holiday’s “I’ll be seeing you,”
In the place I thought we both fell in love,
On a wintry, cold, neon fused, magically, snowfalling
Night around closing time.
It was the first thought when I saw you years ago
When I first listened to her song.
The thought both makes me sad and keeps me in a warm cocoon
Of beautiful thoughts.
I had so much vision for something so irreversibly unreal.
Now my heart hurts knowing I will be dancing to it with someone else.
The richness of the roses in the fields
Keep me awake at night in Dreamland.
The moonlight through the fields and
The crimson fluffy dress
Are a sight for eager eyes.
Weeping willows sob stories.
The tears are fluorescent in the beginning of twilight.
The garden isn’t enclosed anymore.
It stretches for miles and birds sing and vines
Slip through the soil and a heart is
Pulsating for what feels as if the first time.
My how a treasure the landscape blooms love
After salty tears had wiped away the possibility.
Oh how the lake fills the trenches
And I am anxiously swimming to the precipice where the visions meet.
Quietly I am anticipating the slow wakefulness that eventually comes.
Here, the hopes are not impractical.
They are just misplaced.
Oh the richness of the roses in Dreamland!
Deranged. Sad. Listening to Patsy Cline.
Muffled ears. Mind tricks that span a decade.
Mistrustful eyes. Morose echoes.
What a night.