Thursday, June 30, 2005

Passion, Pleasure, Pain

Grand Central Station
Trains barreling through my brain
Steel on steel, sparks flying
I want to jump off
Throw me off

The ocean roars
I let the wave crash
Crash over me
Drench my naked body
Cover me, pull me under

The storm, it is raging
Inside me, around me
There is no end in sight on the horizon
The windshield wipers move in rythm
My heart beats and the lightening strikes

CA...TN
TN...CA
Home...Home away from home
Love...Hate
Hate...Love

Love...Love...Love

Longing, yearning, aching
Moving as one
Whenever, wherever
Forever or never
Enrage, enthrall, enrapture

Capture the moment
Be who you are
Exist on your own
Love who you will
Be true...be truthful to yourself

Visualize, realize, accept.....but....never, never compromise

13 Tattoos

I was a cutter...but I upgraded. When I turned 18 my father paid for my first tattoo, 3 months later in November I got another one, 3 months after that in February I got another one, a year after that the following February I got another one and it stopped...for then. Four years later I got my 5th tattoo in Las Vegas over Valentines Day weekend and by that Christmas, in fact, on Christmas my boyfriend of 4 years and 4 months dumped me. He wasn't happy, he wanted to be back in TN with his family and the longer he stayed in CA the worse it would get, I didn't want to be his excuse, his what if, I wanted him to want to be here with me...and he didn't. I then met my current girlfriend, as a friend I got a tattoo in January and another a week later. I got my 8th tattoo while visiting friends in Texas over St. Patricks day week. Oh, FYI, my exboyfriend who lived with me and dumped me on Christmas was still living with me until after Easter, eventhough I had a girlfriend for a number of months...for someone who didn't want to stay he didn't want to go, but he didn't want me...he didn't want me. Ok, I got another one in May and another a week later. I got one in August, one in October and my 13th in February. Although I hadn't been a cutter for years I definately replaced it with tattoos and scared to get anymore, and because my girlfriend thought it was hot, I got my nipple pierced. Damn...I now know why all of this bothers my mother so, she knew that these things weren't coming from positive places...they were simply damaging myself, damaging my demons. I will probably get more tattoos but I will put a lot more thought into them and avoid doing it from an angry place. That won't make mom any happier, but it will make me feel better. In addition, I know my exboyfriend would hate what I look like now, tats and all. I miss him, I won't deny that, I miss having him in my life, even as a friend. We never stopped loving eachother, our breakup wasn't because we didn't love eachother...he wanted to be in TN and I let him go because I do love him and he wasn't happy here, so maybe he would be happier there. He has a girlfriend now and so do I, the relationship with my girlfriend is different of course, not necessarily better or worse, just different. I love her with all my heart, I always give all my heart in all my relationships, eventhough it has been hurt time and time again...I always give my whole heart, always. I hope things work out for all of us...I hope hapiness and love will flourish, but most of all...I wish I could finally stop blaming myself for all of this, I wish I could forgive myself for being the center of so much pain. I am sorry!

I hate being a bipolar bisexual in a lesbian relationship

I really hate my life. I haven't been happy in my relationship forever. People say that I am acting the way I am because I am bipolar, but I am finally on medication. I understand myself better than ever now, things are so much clearer for me and yes, I am irritated by all the shit I put up with before and I don't want to put up with it anymore. It isn't that I am bipolar, it is that I am aware. I haven't been happy for a long time, I don't blame that on anyone. My girlfriend thinks it is her, but I wasn't happy when I was with my ex-boyfriend of 4 years either. I have never been a happy person, maybe when I was a kid, but I can't remember a happy moment in the last 20 years where I was just completely content. I am sick of getting upset and then my girlfriend has to turn it around that she is upset and that it is all her fault that I am upset....God damnit, let me just be upset for myself for one friggin moment....it isn't about you and I resent that you always have to make everything about you. Let me have my own feelings independent of you, let me be myself. I feel like I have been in one loveless relationship after another, my parents cherish my sister, all my sexual relationships have been shit and now I am 25 and I would rather drowned my sorrows in a bottle of Jack Daniels. Well, I better go...the Mrs. is getting bitchy because I don't want to eat dinner because I am upset that she threw out my credit card....god damn, like I really want to deal with more drama. Sometimes I wish I could runaway, never comeback and start a new life the way I want, doing what I want and not trying to fit into another mold that someone has made for me...I want to live my way or not at all...does that make sense? I don't want to die...no way...that would suck, I just don't want to exist in the world around me, I want to change my world.