Pinpoints of My Life

I've told several close friends of mine already, but I figured it would be good to write this down so I can revise it or go back to it whenever.

I want to live in NYC in a cramped apartment for 2 years, with my partner or best friend and make art and struggle, which helps understand the hard working conditions because I've gone through it.

Also I romanticize the city a lot. And I feel that every artist eventually goes to ny, and majority lives there some point in their life.

I want to live in the woods for 2 years also. Maybe with one or two friend, but ideally alone and no Internet, no media, just a place to think and fend for myself. I think isolation builds a lot of character. Also it forces me to apply the environmental skills I've learned in real life. Inspired by Thoreau, of whom lived in a cabin alone for 2 years to write, whereas I, will focus on my art.

My 3rd pinpoint in my life is to live in Portland/France for a while, this idea has not been as fleshed out yet because I've never been to either places.

After undergrad I plan to take two years off to travel the world and do peace corps or some voluntary helpful thing to really broaden my horizons, then go for grad school while start a cafe.

I invited Rachel and Lily to help out my cafe. I don't know where it will be located -maybe Bridgeport, Andersonville, Brooklyn, or Portland, to name a few-but it'll be very cute and cozy with soft lighting and pillows to sit on. Vintage lamps and majority of the decor will be made by me. On the walls will be artwork of local artists or me. The roof will have a garden and local teens can intern/volunteer and help garden.

It's to show that healthy living and gardening isn't as hard as it seems and the social side of it is that there are many many poor families that don't have the money or time to afford organic vegetables and end up eating McDonald's. Also I will invite local bands or filmmakers to present things on certain event nights, maybe a gallery in the basement. I'm thinking of making it a non profit cafe to truly focus on the social, environmental and artistic aspects that I want to change. All in all, I want a very community-orientated place to understand and be educated about things. If we give them an opportunity then there's a higher possibility that they won't be as "ignorant". And everyone just needs a chance.

I just want healthy organic eating to be more affordable, less pretentious and overwhelming and delicious! the same goes for art, for the majority of people find it useless, time consuming and pretentious.

And who knows? Maybe this is too ambitious and maybe it might become a career. Or maybe just a lifetime dream that I chase after. But I think there's ought to be more dreamers and more risk takers to take the first step, because we won't have all the luxury around us if everyone took life as it came, right?

Cleaning my room and found the cheesiest thing ever

The back has some pictures I drew with Fei in Ap Bio loll

Unrealistic Future Job Ideas

-Yoga instructor

-Porn movie director

-Cheerleader for Mucca Pazza

- Fisherwoman

-Wonderwoman

-Spy/secret agent

-Detective

-Paparazzi

-Body Painter

-Trapeze Artist

-Safari Ranger

-Yodeler

-Professional reality TV star

-Stunt woman

-Opera Singer

-Trap Artist/Rapper/Yolandi    

-Food travel guide

-The people that come up with crayon names

-A candle maker

-A drug dealer/cook 

-A feminist stripper

-An environmentally friendly artist

Rest In Peace

I will soon write a very very serious post about good byes. Friendships. Coming of age. How I see myself. Talks with Andy Li. Sarah Greene. Lily and crystal.

And most definitely my realization for my extreme selfishness and how I take my parents for granted without realizing.

But I must sleep and wake up early tomorrow for work. So alas, good night.

I hate it when I call/text people not a single responds or picks up but then when I'm feeling better/don't want to talk I realize they were awake via Facebook post or they reply back to my texts. 

I sound like a brat bleh

AM I TRULY A FAILURE?

Can I never make my mom proud?

Fuck you mom and your fucking cynicalness. I hate how I constantly disappoint you so much.

Wow

This universe is just so extraordinary and beautiful. Life is too short to explore all the crevices of majestic aspects of life...

Bitch

I hate how my mom can't appreciate any of my art. It's not the mere fact that she dislikes it but she criticizes it in the harshest critical way without any art knowledge or experience. I don't even know the lay time I've seen her draw so who is she to call my stuff a piece of shit?! I mean, is it really that bad?! I'm not even halfway finished. God I hate her.

How can you live life unexamined

Rissa and my talk about distant friends, wanting something different in life, coming of age..but how can they be so stuck in their little worlds

Lolla people 

Suburban people

Simple example: their music taste

The bigger picture: everything else they do

Realizations

This morning started off extremely gloomy with me waking up late and unwilling to ask my mom for a ride. However, the workshop at Marwen gave me something to chew on. We watched a TED talk about how our body shapes the way our mind thinks.  

Amy Cuddy: Your body language shapes who you are

This reminded me of all the things I've learned in therapy; the fake it til you make it. Keep smiling and positive attitudes will follow. I understand all the science and logic behind the theory but for some reason I can't get myself to smile today. I feel too exhausted and tired of faking it. 

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We had to give mini presentations about something we knew a lot about and from the three topics I've chosen, someone from the audience chose the topic "yogurt". It was then that I realized that I not only knew very little about yogurt, but also I'm not that great of public speaker as I thought I was...

Just sleep already...

The thing I hate most about depression is  the fact that it's classified as a disease but it just feels like me being stupid. Also I can never casually bring it up, or talk about it, because it's always such an intimate and sensitive thing. The main shitty thing is that it kills the mood. It's depressing...ha ha. Whenever I'm sad and want to vent, it just seems like people are tired of hearing about my problems. As for the friends that are just with me to have fun, I can never be with them when I'm sad because I'll just be a party pooper. Even people I call my closest friends like Dansen, the twins and Rissa...I cannot bring myself to tell them my problems anymore because it just seems to ruin their day or just such a burden.

But in the end who can I turn to? My therapist? The thought of that just makes things sadder...

Disappointment

I know there's people out there that care about me. I know my family is wonderful and I do have friends and even random strangers, of whom I've met for less than 20 mins, would claim they "love" me and I'm so great. Blahjdnwksk. For whatever reason. For the good looks that I don't have or something or my ethnicity or my petiteness. Whatever it is, I don't see it.

But I want to be whatever they see and I don't want to be a disappointment.

The thing is I hate when people say "I'm sure you're a great artist". What do you have to validate your judgement? What the fuck? Because I'm nice to you? That doesn't mean I'm a great artist at all. I'm not. And it's too much to live up to. This expectation. I can't even bring myself to love what I've created.

Maybe I should just stop

List of ideas to stop:

* Delete this blog and stop focusing on your little whiny bitchiness.

* Delete Facebook.

* Disconnect with people.

* Stop talking about yourself.

* Just stop talking in general.

* Just die.

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I sound pathetic.

Gross

My life is utterly confusing and complex right now and maybe it's this moment in time that's strange for everyone. It's a new phase of life. A new chapter. Ends of many things and beginnings of others. Maybe it's me over reading into everything and over-caring and analyzing everything people do or say to me.

Am I good enough? Am I cool enough? Am I funny? Am I attractive? Do I do enough? 

And you know what? At the end of the day, the repeated word, "no, no, no" exhausts my thoughts, twirling 'round and 'round my head. The tumbling of the negative snowball rolls downhill with me.

I've tried so hard to stay positive and even forgiven myself at times when I'm sad. Try to stay loose and keep things afloat. It's difficult. And sometimes I catch myself giving up. Looking at myself in the mirror and saying "who am I fucking kidding? I'm not the things I say I am or want to be."

It's true. I'm just a try-hard. A people-pleaser. A nobody. I think the majority of people are but they can stride in pleasantness in life mainly because they can live in ignorance and in denial.

But I can't. I can't help but think that I want to become so many things that I am not. And my trials have proven futile.

My parents can't even have a conversation with me without sighing or sounding disappointed. My mom doesn't   remember what I've said or look at me when i speak. Acknowledge me, god fucking dammit. I know you love me and care for me but why can't you act like you do? Why is that it seems like I can never make you two proud? What do I have to do? And as I sit here crying, I feel like the most pathetic whiniest unappreciative bitch. I'm not. I care. Please. Understand I love you. Please. Just give me respect. And maybe you two think I disrespect you because I come home late or rarely even stay at home even. It's never out of disrespect. It's out of fear. Out of anger. I fear no matter what I do, there seems to be always, always always something I'm fucking up. I'm angry that you two are just hypocrites. 

I don't even know what I'm doing.

WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE?

I can't paint.

I'm slowly wasting away. Blehhhhhhh blaaah. Watch this gross self-loathing feeling engulf me and swallow me. Consume me and grind me into dust. Smother me and burn me until I become ashes. Ashes ashes ashes we all fall down.

I'm 

Falling

Down.

God. I don't know why I just can't feel loved. I just feel so terrible about myself constantly. It's not pity. It's disgust. 

I'm distant from everyone and I can no longer talk to anyone without constantly talking to myself. It's grotesque. Me me me. Narcissistic son of a bitch. 

Pat

Patryk is my best friend in the whole wide world. I can tell him everything, anything and have fun all the time. I'm glad to have him in my life.

I'll get back to this post so it's not as cheesy and generic. But I am too tired to think right now and I shall watch a movie and then zzZZZzzzZZz

Regrets and Misc

My head hurts and my eyes are drooping. Despite my tiredness, I managed to sob quietly for 30 minutes as Cat Power and Devendra Banhart rock me in their sad lullabies. I can't help but think about all the things I haven't done and shouldn't have done. Especially for my parents and my fucking depression junior and senior year. My relationship with Noah and how I handled things with Jehad. I wish I was a better person but somehow it seems I can. Never be where I want to be, no matter how hard I'm trying and pushing myself.

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Other updates:

-I read a lot and practiced a lot of drawing techniques today! Yay. Hopefully I keep this up.

- I'm beginning to sort of like Pat. Maybe I shouldn't because I tend to fuck up other people's lives and screw up relationships. :/

- Rachel is very dear to me. She might be the only person that really understands and cares for me right now. I understand I have many friends but there's this connection and unspoken deep trust I have with Rachel that I don't have with many others. Thank god for her. Really. Thank you, Rachel's mama and papa Cheung.

- I love my family very dearly and we went to Sonic's drive thru thingy ma bob for the first time. I realize (well, not for the first time, but a after hard thought) how deep our unconditional family love we have for one another. And how I will miss them when I'm in Vermont. But I must experience and learn to grow. I truly do love my brothers. Dustin and Arnold, I worry for you two so much and I wish you two nothing but the best. I promise and I swear I will try to do everything I could to provide you two with nothing but health and happiness. You guys give me the willpower and motivation to live. You may not be the reason, because I've learned that we should all live to love ourselves and provide our own reason to live rather than placing that meaning onto someone else, but you two are definitely what I look forward seeing each and every day- but I probably would never admit that to you two because that's just cheesy and lame. 😒

God fuck I hate Facebook. Mainly because I see Noah or one of his brothers on my news feed which eventually leads me to look at photos of Noah that I've seen thousands of times. Then, getting frustrated at myself I begin to hate him.

NoahRS

I got a voice message and I checked it. Then I accidentally clicked on a deleted message of Noah's and I listened to it. Now I'm crying...

I thought I was over him. I don't know if these are tears of frustration that I still deeply care for him or because I still like him and miss him...or both. I just wish this feeling would go away soon. I miss his hugs and his smile that he gives to no other person and his gentle kisses and the way he strokes my arms.

Maybe I'm just lonely. But I know if Jehad, Nathan, Patryk, Frank or any other guy did those things to me right now, it would not fill this void.

I miss you, Noah. And maybe if we still have feelings for each other in the future, maybe we will become something better than what we had.

I miss noah

Note to Self

Never take the CTA when sleepy late at night alone.

Idk if that sentence was grammatically correct. Blehbloop good night. Hopefully no more angry dreams of Noah and more of me loving and marrying Keaton Henson. 😍😘😊👰💍💏💑

Tonight

Tonight's the kind of night I wish a grand piano would fall through the roof of my room and land on top of me, ending my life right now.

Tonight's the kind of night I want my body to sink into my mattress and my sheets choke and suffocate me while I sleep.

Tonight's the kind of night I wish didn't exist.

4 blue pills

I'm sad and can't sleep again. It's one of those nights where I really want to cry and this painful ball tumbles and grows inside me but never spills out of my eyes. This is more painful.

I want to sleep for a very long time tonight. Maybe 2 weeks. And just forget the fact I have no friends.

I found my old anti depressants that had helped aid me in sleep. I took 1 per night before. Tonight I took 4. Please let me sleep for a long long long time. Let me forget my sadness. Please, please, please.

Bleh

Having sex with Frank today definitely wasn't as good as I thought it would be. Not just physically. Sure, in some sense, I was satisfied, but I just fought I can free myself from attachment and separate emotions from physical needs. 

I wasn't at all in love with Frank or anything. In fact, it was the complete opposite. I realized casual sex isn't what I need or want at all, my personality just doesn't work well with that...

I started missing Noah a lot. I miss his touch and things we planned and wanted to do. I wish so badly that I was in Noah's arms instead of some stranger's. 

And by the end of the day, I realize how pathetic and sad I am. I don't really have any true friends or I just feel this certain disconnect with people. I'm sad too often and no one can deal with me.

😓

I realize I have a lot less friends than I thought I had. Or maybe everyone is just so busy and preoccupied with their lives that they don't really have time or space for me.

Maybe I sound like a brat but it took a looot of effort to convince my mom to give me more freedom and now none of my friends want/can/will hang out with me.

I sound fucking whiny and I hate it but I really do feel really empty and lonely.

Maybe this should be a time for me to learn not to be so dependent on others. And just focus on self and solitary.

It still makes me sad though.

No Impact Man thoughts

I guess I was never really consciously aware that I use so many minute-used items like tissue and plastic cups. I am so paranoid of these things now. Now this might be the thing to help me quit smoking and stop drinking Argo Tea. Wahwahwahhhh😭😭 but I suppose that's good. If I really want tea, I can make it at home from real tea leaves, it's healthier too. And I should bring several reusable bags with me, I actually have quite a few that was given to me for free.

Isn't it crazy how we use plastic, this no perishable, thousand year old survivor for these minute encounters? This needs to change and maybe I'm just one person but at least I'm doing something I think is morally and logically right.

My Self-Exploration Challenge

Because it's the summer, I think I have a great deal of free time, especially for myself and I have to use it wisely. 

I remember one lady in a TED once explained our typical day like this: "Everyone comes from different background and families, different issues,  difficulties, but when it all comes down to, we all have 24 hours in a day. If we divide the day into three parts, there's 8 hours for sleeping and probably 8 hours for work/school, and there's 8 hours left to do whatever you want. Anything you want. You can either waste it or use what you can of the 8 hours to do something productive."

But now it's summer, and I have 16 hours a day. I know I've only spent a week and a half of summer but at this rate, I feel like I'm wasting it more. As much as I want the word"fun" to be one of the adjectives I can use to describe my summer, I don't want "wasteful" to come with it. I think I should divide my time better.

There are several things I must do this summer and several things I want to do.

Needs:

❗Paint everyday and become more versatile with my studio techniques; read more art books and know more artists/art history; take notes at art fairs and galleries AND practice the techniques you see

❗Read everyday; try to get through all the books you own and the 100 classic must-reads. Try to blog about each book  you finish and the thoughts of each book

❗Learn to cook, try to cook every other day and bake once a week- use recipes but memorize them

❗Learn to swim well -this I do not know how can execute or plan this as of the time and place, for now

❗Study math, just 'cause I suck. As for help and get tutored

❗Read and study more environmental studies. And most importantly, practice the teachings- become more eco-friendly, use reusable bags, less consumption, being a water bottle, buy less

❗Constantly seek knowledge. Go to more museums and try to talk less about yourself when with others. Ask more, learn more, even if its from their mistakes

❗Try to stabilize your emotions. You're too emotional, which can't always be bad but sometimes it's dangerous in relationships and hazardous to your health. Sleep well, have good hygiene, maintain a clean room (oh this will be hard), eat properly, but slowly begin fasting and meditate a lot. Try to enjoy solitude more. Do more yoga and blog more.

Wants:

I don't have many. 

❕Hang out and go out as much as possible

❕Build stronger ties with people

❕Meet more new people

❕Go to all the Chicago events

❕Go to more concerts and musical events

❕Branch out more with my music taste

❕Really learn to play the ukulele because its been dusting in my room

❕Add more records to my collection

❕Buy a new laptop

❕Buy a DSLR

So far this is it and I'll work out how I can divide everything tomorrow morning when I wake up at 5! (Hopefully)

Dreadful Nights

You know what I absolutely hate? I hate closing my eyes at night, completely prepared to sleep: body clean and motionless, but mind, a chaotic mess, restless and all over the place. Ideas, concepts and reflections race through my head. A million scenarios play repeatedly, some of scenes of reality, some tasks I need to complete either through writing/painting, and some just of strong emotions I can't fully grasp onto when I'm awake. Passion, desire, pain, and sweet blissfulness flood simultaneously, filling my small head with an ocean of murky feelings, like a mixture of color swirling in water, slowly clouding and forming an indescribable hue. Oh how I dread nights like this.

Aching in My Soul

I'm not sure where this feeling is coming from. It just aches terribly. It's heavy, dark, musing and evolving into something bigger, eating me inside out. It's a sort of nostalgic feeling mixed with loneliness, remorse, and hurt. I'm just looking back onto myself, looking at other people and seeing my memories play back in my head. Seeing what I could have done. Should be doing. Want to do. I want it all. I want to be better. I want to be good enough.

I'll elaborate when finals are over. Good night...if I can sleep tonight.

What Do I Want? -edit later

Today is my second full day back at school. I thought I was excited coming back to school. But after sitting and listening to the teachers lecture on and on about nonsense, I realize I actually dread coming back. Maybe I had too high of an expectation; I thought school would motivate me to strive harder and feed me complex ideas to chew on. Or maybe it's just absence making the heart grow fonder...

I don't know what I want. I just don't want school. I don't feel like I am learning anything anymore. I don't feel excitement when I hear the bell rings due to the pursue of learning but rather, the excitement of leaving this horrid place.

Actually, I find all of this to be kind of repulsive. I'm walking down the hallways and all I hear is just the murmur of pointless conversation and forced smiles exchanged at every corner. It's tiresome, exhausting, grotesque. I used to play that role in society, feigning and wearing a mask, making small, loose connections with people that don't truly care for me and me for them.
But I no longer care to socialize and I'm bored with the people around me. I just want to be isolated and think alone. I just want to read and paint and listen to good music. I just want immerse myself and become better, but somehow it feels like I'm doing this alone. Most of the peers that I talk to on a daily basis aren't striving to better themselves as a person; they are only striving to find a "successful life": money, fame, and game. Just thirsting for fleeting pleasures like parties, casual sex, and material items. Appearances, clothing, silly high school games we all play.

And maybe all this boredom is my fault. Maybe a letter grade does truly matter and show great importance and is significant to our education. Maybe people do learn and I am just ignorant and pretentious. 

Doesn't success start from within? No one can pursue it. Ever. You can never chase after it; it's like chasing your own shadow. To find success, we all have to search from within ourselves: muse over previous actions, self-reflect. Instead of chasing it, sit with your shadow and attempt to understand it. To conquer it. 

I want to become better as person, as a whole. I want to truly understand my weaknesses and minimize them. I want to be better. I want to be more. I want more of this life. I don't want to seat here idle and watch the hands of the clock tick by.

Maybe once I get out of high school, I wouldn't feel as much ennui with the daily routine as I do now. Also, it's probably from the harsh winter cold that seems to not only confine me physically, but also limit my ability to better myself. All I want to do is just stay home away from people. God, if I can just sit in solitude for the next few months, that would be a beauty.

Monster

I'm sitting here thinking if I should tell Noah or explain to Andrew or if I should cry some more and call someone so I feel better. But I'm just going to get pity points, trying to get Noah to feel sorry for me and he's just going to say "No, Olivia you're not a bad person" and then I can continue lying to myself that I'm sweet and innocence. I can't do that. To him and to me. I'm a shitty evil narcissist and i just have to accept that. People play good and bad roles in life and I turned out to be the antagonist in society. No matter how I've fought it in the past, I just end up hurting people.
I want to call Andrew and tell him how I feel but what good will that do? At best, it'll just relieve me from all this self loath and guilt but again, I'll be lying to myself. And even if he DOES manage to forgive me again, we're going to break our friendship sooner or later; it's always been like that. It just won't work out. And if not, anything I say won't matter to him. He probably won't believe a word I'm saying. The more I try to clarify, the more I'm actually hiding. And he did clearly state: "this is why I never wanted to talk to you again. You're lying and manipulative, and I don't have that in my life. Please, just go away". If I'm causing him so much pain. I should just let him go.
And you know what? I just want the world to love me. That's what fucking wrong with me. I can't accept when people have something negative to say about me or when they hate me. I take things personally. Maybe at the core, I'm just conceited and egocentric. I want the damn world to revolve around me. Shut the fuck up, Olivia. Not everything is about you. No one cares about you, Olivia, you're a terrible person and these are just things you'll have to accept and deal with.because you'll never change. You're a monster, Olivia.

No words to describe this shitty feeling

Today was probably the shittest day I've had in a while. It started out as the happiest day. Everything was going pretty great. I went to therapy and then N and I ended up going on a "date". Do I like him? Honestly, maybe just a little. I just really want to like someone honestly. It's been so long since I've opened myself completely to someone and let them into my life. I want to trust someone whole heartedly and be fragile, vulnerable and don't mind it at all. I just want to be in love again. And so once I found even the slightest opportunity of someone liking me and me feeling even just a little back, I want to try.
But tomorrow is my moms birthday and my family ended up suddenly changing plans and celebrating tonight while I'm just being a selfish daughter and using her money that she transferred onto my card to eat dinner and watch a movie with a guy. I am superficial. I am a hypocrite. I constantly try to aim for (or so I say) modesty and material-less lifestyle but you know why? That's fucking bullshit. I'm just a selfish fucking bitch.
I have no consideration for my family and take them for granted. I constantly self loath and self pity but I never change anything. I try and try but no real change. Because I'm fucking spoiled. Im a spoiled narcissist brat that knows nothing but the word "me". I place myself first and nothing else.
I thought telling Andrew the truth was the right thing to do. I was feeling so guilty about my mom and her birthday that when Andrew asked where I've been, I told him everything. It ended up in him sending bitter and hateful texts to me. And you know what? I think he's fucking right.
I couldn't stop crying when I read his texts and I haven't cried so hard in so long. I got home with everyone asleep and I screamed into my pillow as silently as possible.
He's right. I'm manipulative and he's not the first person to say that to me. I get people to pity me, to think I'm "cute, beautiful, deep, insightful, and pathetic" so they would want to comfort and hold me. I am actually nothing. I'm shallow and insincere. I've tried so hard to be as genuine as possible but that's probably because I just want people to like me. I just put people down to feel good about myself. I am disgusting. Manipulative.
I just lead guys on and then use them an suck them dry. I am filthy. Selfish bitch.
A part of me is still trying to argue that I didn't do it on purpose. But did I really? I knew there were social boundaries but I invaded it, knowing so. I knew I shouldn't have hung out with one person so much and I did. I trusted Andrew with everything. I can honestly say I would tell him everything and wanted to do everything with him. People made fun of him. For being weird or creepy or ugly. But you know what? He was my friend and I defended him. In front of everybody that said that. I enjoyed his company. I shared everything with him. But it turned out to be a bad thing because I did not have romantic feelings for him. And in society, it's an unspoken rule that if you don't want to date someone you can't be intimate friends. I don't understand. That's just who I am. I am an over-affectionate person. When I like a person, I instantly feel okay to tell them everything, my deepest darkest secrets and completely invest everything into them. I've always been this way and I always thought it was a good thing to show that you care about each person as much as you can. For every friendship I have I try to tell everything I've ever felt and dealt with. I open up completely and expect them to do the same because I did. I just trust people easily. I don't how to change. And I know now that it is a flaw and it doesn't work like that in this society. People take it the wrong way. Everytime I'm scare, I run away. That's what I do. And so I run away from Andrew now and I don't want to talk to Noah anymore because I don't want him to become Andrew #2.
I should stop socializing. I just have to avoid civilization. I'm a fucking psychopath. Andrews right.
I was really close in killing myself earlier even when I called my best and childhood friend, Mia for help. She ended up just praising me and telling I'm not a monster, not a psychopath. But I am and she just doesn't know it. I shouldn't continue living. I just end up hurting people. I should just end my life. End it once and for all so no one will be able to talk to me ever again. That'll be fucking good...

But I cant tonight. Or tomorrow. Since its too close to my moms birthday. It'll be absolutely unbearable for her if she had to remember me dying on her birthday every year.

Maybe Sunday...or maybe I'll feel better by then.

College Apps

There's actually lot more of things to talk about that's happening in my life currently, but I've been procrastinating my essays to such an extreme that I only have about 24 hours to finish 5 applications...

I don't know why, but my muscles tense up and I instantly get a writer's block when I write mandatory essays. But when I blog, words just pour out of me. It's probably because I hate writing/talking formally...or with structure. Sigh.

To write my essays now, I have to pretend I'm writing a blog instead, so it eases my nerves, but it doesn't work completely.

Update: Zombie Days, Weary Nights

I have so much to say but never found time to write entries in between my sleepless, bed turns at night, zombie-walking in the morning and rushing to do college essays, homework and paint during the day. I've done a lot, physically and mentally grew a lot. I wrote short bullet point drafts so I won't forget and hopefully can come back to the memories with the same vivid passion and enthusiasm as a few days ago.

Anyways, what is CURRENTLY happening is how crazy I'm feeling. It's insomnia again and I can't get any available medication that would help. The past three nights I've only had 2 hours of sleep. I came home today to try to sleep right away but was only able to just close my eyes for an hour...I know I didn't sleep because I would check the time every 10-15 minutes.

It's been 2 hours since I've been in bed trying to sleep now. I've counted sheep, stars, problems, tasks, worries, and the hours available for sleep left. I've drank warm milk, paced around my room, listened to music, painted, read until my eyes ached. And? Nothing. Still nothing but blank weary stares at my ceiling.

What's troubling me? It seems like everything. I wrote a list but I keep getting up to add more to it as I try to sleep.

I can't even cry anymore. It's been so long since I've let more than one drop of salt water leave my eye.

I fucking swear if I have to scream into my pillow one more time this week I will kill myself.
Well, I won't really...but I would really like to escape this living hell.
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Infatuated

If he can only be mine. Maybe even for one day. God...I fucking love Matt.

Stomach Tornadoes

A habit of mine is labeling certain feelings with descriptive, unusual metaphors. I usually do this when I'm naming my music playlists. And lately, a certain feeling would constantly reoccur. Stomach Tornadoes. Now, this has nothing to do with me physically; I don't have a stomach virus or stomachache or need to use the washroom. It's when I consistently think of someone and he/she is not there physically or emotionally anymore, but I crave and want and desire to see/talk to him/her. It's like you're hungry and you have images of freshly grilled burgers, hot tomato soup, and oven baked pies on your mind all day. Your stomach seems to flip over and over, rumble and grumble, until it feels like a stomach tornado. And that's exactly what happens to me, but emotionally...and in my head.
I've been missing someone, a friend in particular. I've been missing A. Recently, (as I might have previously mentioned in my other posts...or might not have, I don't really remember) I've decided to discontinue being friends with him simply because it hurts us both. For him, it's because he likes me and cannot stand simply just being friends without being able to do "date"-like things, mostly simple physical things that would claim me "his", such as kissing, hugging, cuddling, etc. I do not want to do those things and I have too much respect for him to do it out of pity or guilt. However, I feel terrible for seeing this agony happen to him every time we hang out. And so, alas, it has ended, like all the other friendships has always ended, in a very, unfortunate way.

Maybe someday we will talk again...
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He sent me a very fitting song to celebrate the New Years; I cried.
(I cannot find exact one on youtube, but this is the closest to it. Only difference is the speed, which makes this a lot more merrier and in-spirit sounding than the one he sent me.)

Insomnia part. 2 - Freeing the Hamster

It's 3 in the morning. Since I can't sleep, I thought I might as well got up from tossing and turning. I like writing. I've actually always loved it. But at some point, I realized what a terrible writer I am. Maybe that's why I prefer blogging/journaling; it can be more expressive, more "me", more grammatical errors and spelling mistakes (haha). It's like I'm letting my thoughts run wild and free once I place them into words, into tangible black ink on white pages. The thoughts are given a pair of marathon-running legs across a blooming prairie on a bright, sunny day. The thoughts are screaming "FREEDOM". The thoughts are loose. The thoughts are out of the hamster wheel, which turns and turns and turns and turns repeatedly in my head as I over-think scenarios, replay conversations, reflect upon actions, and muse over feelings. 

I started painting again, the first time in 3 weeks. I don't know why I stopped. It's such a magnificent feeling. A magical feelings that seems to stop time in in its tracks, a feeling in which one feels like he's on the tip of his toes to lick the nectar off a giant flower. It simply is wonderful. Quite bliss indeed. I guess that feeling would always disappear as soon as I think I'm going to use my paintings as art supplements for my college apps. 

As much as I enjoy painting, I don't have much faith or confidence that others would enjoy the product of my enjoyment; I never had true art lessons. As a self-taught painter, I know that my techniques are shabby and my knowledge on art history and art terms are limited. I'm scared of being judged, so I rather keep my paintings in the dark than to meet the light and the eyes of a critic. 

So, you might ask why I continue using them as an art supplement. That's a good question. Well, my gpa is far too low (due to my continuous absents, tardies, and late/missing assignments) and I only took the ACT once with a very average, humble score. The only thing that might save me would be my paintings. It's ironic, because they kill me in the process. 

I have a friend that once quoted someone (...of whom I don't remember, but that's irrelevant) :"Find something you love and let it kill you". I've been thinking about it daily ever since he said that to me. And you know what? It's been killing me. Every single thing I love. It has all been stabbing me. So. Hard... And I sort of enjoy it.

Insomnia

I ran out of the blue pills that ease my tensions. That stop the headaches of despondency. That put me to sleep. I want to sleep forever.

There is no such thing is forever. At least I don't believe in it. Everything is fleeting. Humans lie to themselves saying things are vast and continuous. This gives us hope. Infinity is hope.

I don't know where I'm going with this. I need to sleep.

It feels like I'm always sleeping, but it feels like I'm never sleeping.