dreamxlogic

Le Saboteur

Posted by: dreamxlogic on: April 13, 2010

I saw one gaze frozen in time watching me passing by,

And I swear I’ll know your face in the crowd and I’ll hear your voice so loud…

I refuse to call or message any of the people who matter most to me. I don’t even know why. I think my biggest fear is that they’ll be left thinking, why is she talking to me… even though they have given me no reason to think they don’t like me. I just can’t bring myself to do it. I can’t keep forcing them to make the effort to keep in contact with me until they don’t even bother anymore, but it has happened so many times now, I don’t even really think about. It hurts a little less each time, and by now, there isn’t really anybody left.

Even the kindest of folk who attempt to make a new friend of me become casualties of this self-sabotaging war. How many conversations have I prematurely terminated by making up stupid excuses? How many glances have I avoided just to prevent a conversation that I would inevitably try to escape? How long will it be before I am nothing more than the crazy cat ferret lady who is afraid of humanity and can only find comfort in her furry friends?

Seriously. The NICEST of people can’t even break this thing that prevents me from having normal, healthy social interactions.

So, there’s that girl that never keeps in touch.

It’s so easy to let people drift out of my life. I don’t think I’ve ever actually made one single effort to keep a friend. Not one. It was also easy to hide this fact about myself during high school because I saw everyone everyday anyways, so really, I didn’t need to make an effort. Once it ended though, the fog cleared, and people could see me for the uncaring, bitch I really am, right? Sorta.

I think I enjoy tearing myself to pieces when I’m alone. No one to protect me from myself. The scars prove it, and even then, I got absolutely nothing from it. It’s this hollowness that I don’t even try to fill. It’s threatening to swallow me whole, and then I get a text from someone who I still haven’t managed to drive away, and I forget, if only for a moment, what a loner I am and deserve to be.

When the only one who knows all my secrets is my dresser mirror, I’m starting to think I’m too far in for anyone to save me now.

Music is Magnificent

Posted by: dreamxlogic on: April 12, 2010

It is what it is.

Friday Crisis

Posted by: dreamxlogic on: November 9, 2008

The other day, I went to the office to sign in for the spare folk. We usually designate one person to sign everybody in at once. On Fridays, it’s me. D’onofrio, check; Do, check; Nota, check…Tran…It wasn’t there, and for the longest few seconds of my life, I felt like I didn’t exist. I checked the page twice, three times and I was no where to be found. I thought I had been forgotten, or re-enrolled in some class that I had just skipped and would then be suspended for skipping which would be on my permanent record and therefore, ruin all chances of me getting into university. Surely, I was unneccessarily spazzing, but I had never felt so insignificant and worthless in my entire life. It turned out that my name was just bumped onto the next page since more students had recieved spare the day before, which happened to be the last day to drop a course. Still, that feeling never really left me. In a few weeks, i have to decide what i want to do with my life, for the rest of my life, and I really don’t think there’ll be much room for u-turns. It’s as if that abstract goal that I’ve been working towards is finally coming, and it’s travelling at 100km/h; as if everything that I’ve learnt and experienced will somehow get me to where i’m supposed to go. University.

I haven’t exactly been preparing for this enough, mentally anyways. I mean, I’ve looked up potential courses, and programs and obviously different universities, but I never really thought this moment, this part of life would ever come. You know, the whole growing up thing. What with tuition being as expensive as it is, it seems like we’re all competing with other twelfth graders to make something of ourselves. You’d think the ‘future of tomorrow’ would be a bigger investment than a war half way across the world that is not only wasting resources, but sacrificing the lives of our brave men and women for an ambiguous cause. I still have no clue what I’ll do after I get my degree, that official looking piece of paper that tells people i’ve just spent 4 years of my life learning things I’ll probably never use in my realized career. I’d love to just say ‘whatever’ right now, but it would seem a little irresponsible to say such a thing in the face of one of the biggest decisions of my life, so, instead, I say “let’s scream until we can’t walk” because I really need to release some tension. Ttfn , tatafornow.

Quarter-Heartedly

Posted by: dreamxlogic on: November 9, 2008

Quarter-Heartedly

Hearts don’t grow on trees.

I took the liberty of erasing your messages and deleting every memory of you. If i never have to look into your eyes again and see how much you never wanted me, it can be like you never existed. But really, was what I meant to you that forgettable?

I keep to myself, but for the first time, it felt right to let you in. For once, I let go of my fear of personal rejection, and I paid the price. I still couldn’t handle it. I still can’t handle it.

I thought if I was honest with myself, I could turn all my nightmares into dreams, and dreams into reality. Needless to say, my reality needed more work before it could accept any new fantasies for friends.

Anyways, thanks for nothing.  I’m glad that all I have left to remember you by is that song that plays over and over in my head at the most inappropriate of moments. It reminds me of that one time I let myself free. Never again.

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forever young

Posted by: dreamxlogic on: August 27, 2008

 

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