I know it's been awhile since I've last written...
Going back to school has been a challenge. My inability to form rational thoughts when lost so deep within myself has lead me to a new low. I can't eat. I shake. I'm nervous, all of the time. The only thing I can do, and want to do, is sleep. It's my escape from me.
I don't feel I belong there anymore. There's just a cutoff point and I have reached it. My tolerance threshold, like the limbo bar, has been lowered to the point that I can't even shimmy underneath without losing my balance. I also feel I do not belong here. My thoughts and ideas are just too big for me to handle. My hates and desires and cynicisms are slowly taking into control all I have lost control of.
Nothing is good enough, though at the same time, my disappointment is nothing more than expected; I am my own worst enemy. I can think back to a time when I was in a much worse place in my life, when I was a complete mess, unsure of my own name and of the possibilities a mind like my own could bring to me. But now I still find myself in an unhappy place; a place of no contentment, fear and loneliness. My plans of pushing everyone away has succeeded, and while it's quiet and for the most part enjoyable, I am still human and long for someone to love, someone to kiss.
A friend said to me, "I think one day, it will all be better for you." I smiled, feeling slightly sorry, moreso for her than myself. I know it will not be better for me, as long as I am here. And they just don't get that.
My facade is translucent and even the blind can see right through me. My delusions of granduerism, displays of uncontrollable fabulousness and fits of laughter are the skins of my apple. My core is hidden, untouched and rotting within me.
I've always thought that its easier to hide within yourself than to show your true life. That way you can't be hated for who you really are, because no one knows. And we could go on our entire lives, longing to be understood, when in fact, we all just die unknown.
I am stuck. I have no idea what direction to turn or who to run to. I have made it so that there is no one there to watch me as I unravel, removing layer after layer of mistakes and regret, to the fine tune of insignificance. Play it again, Sam.