Friday, July 29, 2011

"It gets darker before the dawn".

It seems like every time I start to think things are getting better for me and I can finally be stress free something else happens. It just sucks completely. I try so hard to get ahead in life with everything and something comes along and knocks me back down flat on my ass. (My attempt at humor in this situation, laugh it up.) I know there's a lot of reasons I shouldn't complain because I am blessed but then there's also reasons I can't help it. It's not just money issues, because in this economy I know everyone is having them. It's school, it's family, it's everything and sometimes it just feel like it's too much for me to handle. I start falling apart at the seams.

So here's a quote to help if you're dealing with something that's got you down.

"There is no failure except in no longer trying." 
-Elbert Hubbard 

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

The past.

This "poem" shows a whole a completely different side of me that a lot of people have never seen and probably never knew existed. I was in a really dark place and things just weren't going right for me. My grandmother had passed away, my friends had abandoned me, my grades were in the toilet and I just wasn't happy with myself. Looking back and reading this now my life has changed so much and I'm thankful for that.

Maybe I Am 
Tears plunge, the form of the drops of blood that amble down my outer vein.
I swear to God I’m going insane.
When did it all get so hard?
How do I make it stop? How do I prevent it from its start?
I don’t understand what’s happening.
What’s with the fury and the wrath that it brings?
I don’t want to be in this world anymore.
Given all life’s misery and eternal cycles,
death couldn’t possibly hurt more.
They say you can’t live without love, so why am I still here?
Not death, but life is my fear.
Loneliness controls me.
Only unconsciousness can set me free.
I cry and cry, but it doesn’t come out.
Stuck inside me, this twinge of never-ending doubt.
The harder I try, the more complex it seems.
Please tell me. I don’t recognize what it means.
Admiration of a child who knows not wrong from right.
Inside my mentality is a ruthless fight.
I try to escape but the doors shut in my face.
I hate this place!
What is wrong with the way that I am?
There’s something about me that no one can stand.
I don’t get it! I don’t get it!
What’s wrong? I’m pathetic!
Do I bawl and cut because I think people will care?
This isn’t fair!
I pray and I wait for things to get better.
About to engrave my ultimate letter.
The tears and the drips of blood never stop.
Eyes blurred, I observe, as faster they drop.
They aren’t streaming quick enough.
My tattered skin appears too tough.
Slit it again and again and again.
Don’t quit until I stop feeling the pain.
It goes on forever, dancing circles in my head.
God, I’d sign a contract for the chance to be dead.
Sob stories are retarded, I’m so stupid!
Like anyone cares what goes on in my head!
Why am I writing this? What’s the point?
If anyone reads it, they’ll just be annoyed.
They’re going to think I’m a psycho, that I’m mental or something.
That I should be in a hospital. I’m mortifying.
Why do they say it? I don’t understand!
Maybe… maybe… maybe I am!
Take me, accept me,
For what I show up to be.
Control my life; I can’t do it alone.
I’m despondently prone.
My face is getting paler and my body weakens with each slit.
I try not to show it.
Don’t pay attention, don’t notice, don’t care.
Don’t watch, don’t listen, don’t try, don’t look,
don’t stare.
Everything I do just makes it all worse.
Please pull me away from this curse!
I can’t go on like this, can’t survive any longer with what I see.
I hate myself! I hate myself! I hate having to be me!
Why can’t I be somebody that everyone likes?
Why is it always me who has to deal with all the revulsion of life?
I would give it all away in a second if I had the choice.
But I’m stuck in humanity with my pitiful voice.
Falling and spiraling, everything is black.
Thrown side to side, foreword and back.
Still the tears and the blood fall mutually to the floor.
Every seep of obsession kills me diminutively more.
Thoughts of the end fill my infatuated mind.
Dependent on time.
Don’t get what made me this way.
What was the influence that told me not to stay?
This intolerable pain and this force just won’t leave.
More thoughts of fatality I continue to receive.
How many more times do I have to bounce back to reality?
When is it enough? When can I stop being me?
I don’t even know anymore how I’m supposed to act.
Want to know when my life flew so off track!
Wish I wasn’t a part of this game.
Don’t want to be so insane!
Hate that I slash; hate being called psycho.
Why am I treated like I’m so far below?
Stop mocking me and making fun.
I give up on this game! Alright, you won!
I’m leaving! I’m leaving! I’m leaving this place!
Stop telling me, I know, I’m a disgrace!
Stupid, conceited, immature, psycho.
Retarded, ugly, friendless schizo!
I wish I could deny it, but I honestly don’t think I can.
Stop pointing it out! Maybe I am!

Monday, July 25, 2011

Learn about me. :)

  1. Full name: Brittany Nicole
  2. What colour underwear are you wearing? Polka dots!
  3. What are you listening to right now? "Breakeven" - The Script
  4. Are your legs crossed? Nope.
  5. What was the last thing you ate? Raw hotdog. haha
  6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Purple.
  7. How is the weather right now? Gloomy, it's gonna rain!
  8. Last person you talked to on the phone? My boyfriend, Brett.
  9. First thing you notice about the opposite sex? Eyes.
  10. Do you ever wish you could have lived in a different time period? Yes, I like the idea of a housewife who stays at home and takes care of her husband and kids. So, 1950's I suppose. :)
  11. How are you today? Relaxed, it's nice to have a day off from work.
  12. Favourite non-alcoholic drink? Homemade sweet tea.
  13. Favourite alcoholic drink? Anything fruity, especially Pina Colada. 
  14. Favourite sports? Sports? Uhhhh, football, volleyball, baseball.
  15. Age? 22 years young
  16. Siblings? Four older brothers.
  17. Do you wear contacts? 85% of the time yes.
  18. Favorite food? Mozzarella cheese sticks. Or anything I can put sour cream on, which is just about everything.
  19. Favourite month? December. I love Christmas and it's also when I "met" Brett. 
  20. Favourite place to eat? Any where that has a Chinese buffet,
  21. Last movie you watched? "Up", such a cute movie.
  22. Favourite day of the year? Christmas day, because I get gifts then and don't get anything on my birthday.
  23. Saturday or Sunday? Sunday.
  24. Are you too shy to ask someone out? I'm shy in general.
  25. Do you like marmite? Um, wtf is this?
  26. Summer or winter? Winter. I love cold.
  27. Hugs or kisses? You can’t beat a good hug.
  28. Chocolate or vanilla? Vanilla all the way unless it's white chocolate.
  29. Dream career? Being a Neonatal or Pediatric Nurse.
  30. Is your best friend a guy or girl? Don't even know anymore. I use to have one of each but life has taken us all in different directions.
  31. Ever been in love? Yes,always will be in love with him.
  32. Living arrangements? Living with my parents.
  33. What books are you reading? I'm actually starting the first HP book. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.
  34. What did you do last night? Played video and computer games.
  35. Did you wake up before your alarm went off this morning? Alarm? I don't know what that is.
  36. Do you like to workout? Sometimes.
  37. Are you in a relationship? Yes, with Brett Wyman.
  38. What inspires you? My grandmother has been and always will be.
  39. Do you have/want kids? Have? No. Want? Definitely.
  40. Favourite potato chips? Cape Cod Sea Salt & Vinegar
  41. Favourite car? Infiniti G35, i will have it someday!
  42. Favourite flowers? Tulips, in purple please.
  43. How many keys on your key ring? 3. House key, car key, bedroom key.
  44. Can you juggle? No.
  45. Favourite day of the week? Mondays, I ALWAYS have mondays off work and Monday night RAW comes on. :)
  46. Red or white wine? Don't like wine so much.
  47. What did you do for your last birthday? HUGE family dinner.
  48. Do you own a donor card? No.
  49. What is the first thing you think of when you wake up in the morning? It's rarely ever morning when I wake up.
  50. What are you doing once this is finished? Cooking dinner.