Fell on Black Days

Just finish playing a visual novel on Kongregate called Missed Messages. If you play it a second time, you have a chance to talk with your room mate. She's suffering from depression and can't find anything she enjoys. Going through the days, one after another. She can't do something she loves because she doesn't know what she loves.
I can relate to that.
I hate when people ask at work how I am because a lot of the time...I just am. Just going though the motions.
I know there's things I enjoy.
Swimming, learning Spanish (not that I'm good at either), crochet, cross stitch.
Maybe right now I'm just tired.

Where was I going with this?

Nutshell

I'd only be able to hurt them one more time if I killed myself.
















And yet I find
And yet I find
Reapeating in my head
'If I can be my own
I'd feel better dead'

Stuck in my head

ᒛᐎᙜᓰᘓ

























no one
is coming to save you

















no one
is going to save you

I don't have to leave the door open anymore
I don't have to leave the heater on
I don't have to check under the dresser

I don't have check to see if he's eaten
I don't have to check for throw up
I don't have to check to see where he is

Or wonder when it will happen

Drifter was sick for longer than I knew
But he's not hurting anymore
He's not hungry
He's not sick

I still miss him

Listen to Night Vale

There is a part of my mind that IS rational. It tells me that the headaches are due to not drinking enough water and that the constant tiredness is because of stress.
But that's just a small part.
There's a larger part of my mind that reads like webmd. It comes up with the worse possible scenario.
Headaches, sleepiness, emotions that are as inconsistent as a cat. Because cats don't give a fuck.
The coffee isn't working.
Am I dying?
No. I know better.
But webmd is so much Easier than actual research.

I should sleep. Why don't I let myself sleep?
Is it because it's comforting being in this half-there state-of-mind? Did I really need all those dashes?

I can tell how stressed I am by how much I fall into the habit of daydreaming anime.

Good night, Internet. Good night.

Things are changing.

There's going to be a dream somewhere.

I told myself that I was going to go upstairs and get ready for bed once I found a stopping point in Dandelion, but it's easier to find an excuse to stay where I am.

Have you ever known that someone wasn't into you that way, but had problems not reading into their actions?
Is it possible have a fondness (for lack of a better word) for someone without it being romantic?
How the fuck do emotions and feeling work?

It was sweet, though. It was the first flower I'd gotten for Valentine's Day that wasn't from my dad.
Don't get the wrong idea. It was a single yellow carnation (btw, incase you wanted some random useless information, yellow roses mean friendship), but it was a flower. I love flowers.
Didn't matter that it was because "I can't think of any worse person to be stuck with on Valentine's Day".
If I hadn't been working, I would have been alone. Besides, he isn't as horrible as he thinks he is. At least, not all the time.
I think it was also a thank you for giving him a ride home.

There was also the time he walked me to my car, held my hand when we got closer to my car so I wouldn't slip on the ice, and then helped chip the ice off my windshields, even though I'd told him I'd be fine while my car defrosted.
Not that that was anything to read into. That was just really nice of him.

But then there's the small things.
The way he acts when most of the other coworkers have left.
He can be pretty goofy sometimes.
He also let me grab some of his nachos. Mmm, nachos.
"He'd never share his food with me,"... "I guess we know who his favorite(s) is(are)" Or something like that. And that made me special.
Bitch, please. I was always special.
I guess this makes me more special.
Special.
That's a weird word now.

Oddly enough, when I start getting too attached or something, He ends up doing something that really pisses me off. It's like he has the Shining, and he knows he has to push me back before I get too weird or something.
But right now, it's comfortable. We get along, and it's the closest I've gotten to a routine. As long as nothing is too different, I know what's expected of me. I know what needs to be done.
Now if only he'd stop trying to correct me on things I'm not wrong about.


On a random note, I saw this good looking guy at work. Kinda reminded me of DiNozzo from NCIS. But I've also seen a guy that looked like Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds on Metro, so it really doesn't mean anything. You see a lot of people look like a lot of other people when you have face blindness.

Downsizing to Nothing

First house, 1-2-3-4-5 steps (no carpet), landing, left face, 1-2-3-4-5-basement floor. Walk to the left, living room dining room like a studio apartment maybe fridge but no kitchen, bathroom behind one door. So many doors. Walk to the right instead, bedroom: bed, end table, dresser, closet.

Second house, 1-2-3-4-5 steps (warn carpet, barely existing), triangle landing, swing to the left, 1-2-3-4-5-basement floor. Swing right around the support beam, lots of junk, computer, access to laundry room. Straight instead, more junk, oh hey, there's a futon. Bathroom behind one door, another door blocked by more junk what's in there something in there (?)

Third house, up 1-2-3-4 carpet steps, landing, right face 1-2-landing right face 1-2-3-4-top floor. Left other bedroom. Straight, bathroom nice bathroom. Right, bedroom. Big bed too big for the room nice bed. Itty closet but most clothing is packed anyway, dresser, mine. My room. Mine.

First house, no pets, puppy, puppy didn't work out because puppy took work, no puppy.

Second house, four cats. Two run, pet two. Big floofy loves sometimes. Mostly when noone else is around. None cuddly.

Third house, two cats. Love love love love, kitties love. Love kitties. Sit down kitty on lap. Kitty climb. Kitty claws ow. Kitty purr. Open room other kitty enter. Kitties cuddle.

First house, Second house, Third house: Learn new washer, learn new drier, learn dishwasher layout, learn light switches, learn locks and keys.

Moving moving moving. Learn to have fewer things.

The last time I moved, it only took two cars and one trip to get all my stuff from one place to the other.

Will I even need help next time?

When the fuck did this happen?

I never thought I'd have this problem. Seems like something that you'd see on one of those teenage shows on Disney or something.

The guy that I've gone on two dates with (K) seems totally into me, but we don't text much except for planning dates and really only talk on said dates.
The guy that I've been texting with (G) since he gave me his number at work makes me smile, even if it's only through texting. Just seeing that there's a message for me from him makes me happy.

I enjoy hanging out with both of them.
Too bad K seems to be interested in me as more than friends. Because I don't feel anything more towards him as a friend.
Too bad G seems interested in just friendship. Because I'm interested in something a little bit closer.

And then there's S (co-conspirator in customer service). Not because I'm interested, but because she thinks Spider likes me. "Like-likes you," is how she said it.
Well... What the fuck do I do with this information?
When she first said she thought he liked me I figured "Sure, why not? He can trust me to get things done, I volunteer to stay late to (help) finish re-shops, and he can actually talk to me about random crap not work related.
So yeah, sure, he likes me. Doesn't hurt that (for the most part) we've gotten past the psychological warfare.
Bonus points that I admitted to him that I understand why he gets so damn frustrated with some of us (had my own experience with another coworker)

Ugh, there was more, but my brain is going into safe mode.
I'll just leave one last thought before stopping:
I would be mortified if he ever found out about the dreams.

I lied. Two last thoughts. 2nd is: What's the line between dating someone to get to know them, and leading them on?
Because it would convenient if I started feeling more for the guy that obviously likes me.

I feel like I'm loosing my best friend. The sad thing is that I saw this coming upon moving in with her. Maybe when I move back out, we'll be ok again.
Even if we never stopped being ok, it feels like there's a distance between us.

fuck

Why? Why does this keep happening?


Satan, you know where I lie
Gently I go into that good night
All our lives get complicated
Search for pleasures overrated
Never armed our souls
For what the future would hold
When we were innocent

Angels, lend me your might
Forfeit all my lives
To get just one right
All those colors long since faded
All our smiles, confiscated
Never were we told
We'd be bought and sold
When we were innocent

This prayer is for me tonight
This far down that line
Still ain't got it right
And while confessions not yet stated
Our next sin is contemplated
Never did we know
What the future would hold
Or that we'd be bought and sold
We were innocent

Typing for procrastination.

Still fighting sleep.

Despite the fact that I have gone on a date and am doing it again tomorrow night, it doesn't feel like a date. Maybe because this is how we're getting to know each other. Maybe the word 'date' would mean something if we already knew each other. I'm not sure I'm into him.
Don't get me wrong. He's nice, and I enjoy talking to him, once we get past the awkward starting point. But I don't feel anything towards him. At all.
Maybe I'm too much of an introvert to form new relationships.
This shit takes effort.
I don't feel like going out tomorrow night. I just want to stay home and do nothing more than shower and fold laundry.

And it's supposed to be cold tomorrow night. This thing is outside.
The warmest thing I have is a light jacket.
Maybe I have something in my car? I wasn't exactly thing this far into the future when it came to packing.
I also thought I'd have easier access to my stuff.
Instead, it's kinda scattered.

I think I'm Paranoid~

He still calls me Jamie-o

I had another weird dream with him in it. He was still a bit of a jerk, so at least that was accurate.
But then there was there was his cheek pressed to mine. Then his lips pressed to my cheek.
What the fuck?

I was fine most of the day. Sometimes I'd remember the dream. Fucking weird. But was distracted by work.
The last 15 minutes of my shift was... awkward.
(The word Awkward is awkward.)
He was walking around the store. Around the same general area of where I was doing re-shops.
My brain is a masochist.
(Try not to freak out)
Maybe he knew... something. I don't know.
(The lack of sleep has made me paranoid)
Maybe he was suspicious.
...
The nickname amuses me. Even if it is stupid.

Wrote this up months ago

So I've noticed lately that my posts haven't been as ADD as my mind usually is. The problem is that it's easier to focus when I can get my thoughts written out. It makes me seem more organized than I really am.

To give an idea of how my afternoon is... Well, I'm just gonna type this up

First I made the mistake of drinking my coffee with my breakfast instead of after breakfast. Now I'm lacking energy and don't feel like doing shit.
See, I've figured out that I work better if I eat breakfast, and then wait til I get tired to drink coffee. On some days that even means not getting any coffee. If I drink it when I'm not tired, it makes me sleepy instead of just giving me more energy.

But before the coffee started making me tired, I was doing great. Got my jeans in the wash, started looking up recipes for chicken (no ground beef today).
Then some how I ended up with multiple tabs open.
Cleared the ones I wasn't looking at. Confirmed that the use of xanthan gum in gluten free flour was a binding agent.
Now I have more tabs open. Pretty much decided on a recipe. Have all the stuff for it. Don't feel like cooking now.
More tabs!
Because despite having a recipe I want to use, I'm still looking at more.
I've had music playing and have to keep stop typing so that I can sing to it.
One site has links that look interesting, so Even More Tags!

My brain says coffee. My heart says "what the fuck is going on. Do we need to panic? Cuz we can panic!"
The neurotic little fucker. Ooh, spell check says I guessed out to spell neurotic right!


Days later and I'm looking at this again. Coffee is ok again, as long as I don't drink it just because. No anxiety from it anymore.

It's been a while

Suddenly started feeling anxious. Rocking back and forth seems to help.

I keep having random thoughts, and then be like "I should blog that" and later on totally forget what it was.

"You're a slut"
"Only for affection. Never for sex"

Not sure where that came from. Imaginary conversation I had in my head a few days ago. Thursday, actually. I was pulling tags.

Sometimes it seems like our customers got lobotomies before going shopping.

Lobotomies is a weird word.

Fuck you Pandora!
Not the woman, but the music player. It keeps trying to get me to listen to new music that doesn't even work with the playlist, then is all like "Sorry, no skips left"
Well I would have skips left if you played the music I've already liked motherfucker!




I think I'm addicted to dating sims. Despite the fact that most of the free ones suck. And some of them have really bad spelling/grammar.

Guilty pleasure. I lied to R and told her I only played them because they were ridiculous. I'm not sure she believed me. I'm not even sure she was listening.



I'm having this issue where I'm fighting sleep. I regret it in the morning when I have to wake up. I was hoping the Wellbutrin would help with this. Then again, I'm only taking 75 mg and haven't even been taking it for a week. I wish I didn't need so much sleep. I like being awake in the morning. I just hate waking up.

Fine Again?

I've been kicked out of L's house. I am not upset about it.
I'm more upset about not having enough time to grab more things. I would have grabbed an extra bra if I had known.
Crazy bitch.
Whatever.
I'm at R's house. I'm ok. I have to be ok.
The Ghost Hunt fanfic is helping. Not the best written, but it's creative, I'll give her that.
Because really, most fanfic writers are girls. I'm sure of it.

I have just laughed at a bill collector. I work retail honey, if I could make a down payment of $100, this would have been paid off a year after it happened. Has it been a year?
Does it matter? Now I have 2 bill collectors! I feel so special.
I'm collecting collectors!

Fuck, I slept on my parents couch last night and my back is killing me.

Some times I think I have a crush on R's brother. Or maybe not? I don't know... It's like, I want to show affection and give hugs and stuff, but I don't think I want the actual relationship.

...
...
...

This does not feel permanent. Not like home.
Maybe it's because I'm here almost every week. Maybe it's because my stuff isn't here.
This isn't the first time this has become a temporary home.
Not even the second time.
Probably not the last.
It's like I don't belong.
Just a problem. Like a foster child to be sent away when they become too troublesome.

I don't care

I can't do this.
I can't just keep fucking doing this.



I'm starting to remember why I used to hide in anime so much.
I could make them love me or care for me.
I could change myself to fit into any situation.
And if something didn't work out right, I could change it and recreate it.
As many times as I wanted.
Until I got it right.


Why can't I get this right?

Posted from my phone

I am sad.
Despite only having to pay $20 rent, I want out.
And I'm just unhappy in general.
I'm at R's house and I should be happy, but I can't stop being stressed.

If I go crazy than will you still call me Superman?~

Dude. Spider (because I still haven't come up with a better name for him)Is the only person in the whole world who calls me Jamie-o.
Stupid nickname? Yes. But he's the only one who's given me a nickname that isn't James.
It's kinda pathetic on my end. Even if I wanted to be interested, I can't.
I'm still getting used to the idea that I can have a guy friend without automatically having a crush on him. It's weird. I'm weird. I'm having a really weird time trying to explain this, and the more I try, the weirder it gets.

Had a moment at work today. I didn't loose those keys. I either hook them on my apron or I place them on a counter. I know damn well that I put them on that podium. I know because I remember my thought process. That the girl would need the keys, but she wouldn't hold on to them. So I put them where she'd placed them before. On the podium.
So how did they end up under the counter at the front desk?
Sure, I'd been behind the counter plenty of times, but we have cigarette keys back there, so I didn't need a set. Even if I'd had them and taken them off my apron, I would have put them on  the counter, not under it.
Maybe I'm haunted. Not the first weird thing to happen to me. I could deal with a haunting better than schizophrenia. At least if I was haunted, I'd still have my mind intact.

And that weird shit the other post? With the shit running along the walls and ceiling? Hasn't happened again since. I told L, but I don't think they did anything about it. I'm sure she would have told me if someone had been down to check for pests. Things would have been moved.
I haven't seen Henry around either, for that matter.

Now where the fuck did I put that car title?

Fuck fuck fuck fuck

Dear fucking God I keep hearing things in the walls or the ceiling or possibly from my fucking closet!
No, I don't care that I've been reading Stephen King. It's fucking Dreamcatcher! Scifi, not paranormal.
Like something moving in there, because now I'm sure it's coming from the close-
Fucking making noise I jumped. Please make this stop.
I think I'm going to die.