what the f

 Happy fucking stupid birthday 

what the fuck has this year been...

there is so many emotions and feelings that are just trapped inside because I refuse to confront or deal with  any of them, my instinct is just to be numb 

I hardly know anything different

I have things I'm upset about regarding my moms death and now vivid images trapped in my head

I feel there's things people will never understand. The extent of the shit I went through and had to deal with on my own. 

I'm annoyed at the fact that covid killed my mother, of all the things it was something that was preventable. I'm annoyed that her "spouse" of all people gave it to her and that he was the entire pandemic calling covid a hoax and stupid and being a self absorbed anti masker. 

I'm angry he told her not to get vaccinated. I'm not sure if that would have or wouldn't have saved her but still, MAYBE it could have prevented her mortality. 

I'm angry he didn't take her to the hospital when she needed help, when she specifically said she could not breathe even though she told him repeatedly she could not breathe. 

I'm angry she cared so fucking much about him, when he had covid, when he was sick and making sure he was okay and that he was taken care of. Where was that level of care for her from him?

All of this shit was a lot. I brought her covid tests, groceries for both of them, medication prior to her going into the hospital. I can't believe how rapid her decline was. She was admitted on 11/29/21 she died on 12/31/21 at 5:52pm. They had both been sick weeks prior. All of the holidays were ruined. I'm so mad at all of this. 

The things I had to witness. Watching other people die. Seeing her scared. Having to actually threaten her because I understood how real this shit is/was. 

I was driving everywhere to locate ivermectin to try to sneak in to the hospital as a Hail Mary attempt to save her. 

It was me, I was there practically everyday with her. I fed her on the rare occasion she was allowed to eat or drink. I spent time with her because my stepdad wouldn't. He said it was too hard for him as if it wasn't difficult for me. I had to do it all. I had to be there with the nurses and the doctors saying she was going to die for weeks. I was there when she actually screamed am I going to die. This is the shit that plays in my head. I was on FaceTime with the nurses when they had to put her on the ventilator and she didn't want to. Me. It was my name that was her last words. Over and over my name. 

She was only 55 I don't understand, so much life left to live 

and a spouse who claimed that she was his best friend and yet he's talking to different bitches every day and night from all over the country of all ages and bragging about the money he got from her death, what a piece of shit, the night she died he was talking to another woman, god forbid you actually grieved your fucking wife you stupid stupid piece of shit...tbc

2019

It's been hard. 

No one knows to what extent it's been. 

I finally spoke up to someone a few days ago about it. 

I've never felt "better" since my overdose in 2006...

I feel like I'm literally just coasting.

Going through the motions from day to day. 

I'm far from being okay.

Just because I'm not trying to kill myself doesn't mean I'm not depressed.

Just because I'm not cutting myself doesn't mean I'm not depressed. 

I just don't care anymore. 

I feel like I've given literally everything I have to no avail 

No one would be able to look at me and know any of this... I have learned not to show it but internally I'm a mess. No amount of antidepressants could make me feel any better... transcranial magnetic stimulation did not help. Nothing has really helped. 

Every time I start counseling I have to change counselors because they either relocate or quit or who the fuck knows. I'm tired of all of it. 

I feel so empty.

People never understand that "I'm glad you're still here" doesn't make me feel better.

Telling me I'm pretty open beautiful or whatever doesn't make me feel that way. I still feel exactly the way my mother engrained into my brain for me to feel. Like a worthless useless piece of shit. I don't care who tells me different. I can't feel different. 

Mom

I wonder how you got to be the hideous creature I know as "mom"
What made you so full of disdain...
I desperately needed your love and attention but instead it was beatings and neglect.
You even admit to not hugging me or telling me you loved me growing up...
It is far too late to make up for it.
You planted the seed that blossomed into never ending self loathing.
Remember the times you used to lock me outside in the yard in nothing but my underwear as "punishment"
Remember the time you told me if I wanted to kill myself that "I knew where the sharp knives are"
You may as well had done it for me
The years of feeling alone...
The times as a child I was forgotten about and left behind at places...
The times you chose my step father over me
You did nothing to protect me
You did nothing to make me feel like I was loved or important to you
The times when child protective services had to get involved
The embarrassment and shame of them taking photos of me as documentation...
I still get flashbacks of the time I was just screaming in the car when his hand was on your throat
I could literally go on for days...
All these things have left such a scar that I don't understand how I've managed
And you tell me I don't need counseling
I honestly wish you understood even a fraction of what you have done to me
But you live in a world where you're just in denial enabling an alcoholic and angry at everything...
I know you won't ever change but I can't help but wish you could be the parent that I so desperately wanted
People always say "but it's your mom" like no matter how bad things are I have to let you just tear me down but I'm tired... I am so tired of fighting against your chaos and and control even if you are my "mother"
Thanks Mom... because of you I feel fucked up beyond fixing...all because I wish I had a rational explanation for you being the way you are but I don't. I can't make you love me the way that I want. I don't know if I can keep your toxicity in my present day.
I am so over this shit.
I am tired of beating my head against this wall.

What March Was To Me

Last month incredibly difficult

I lost my grandfather and everything felt so surreal

and still feels that way.

None of the close calls felt real

ever.

The time he had open heart surgery and had a heart attack on the table.

The kidney transplant. 

The multiple times they went back in after that. 

The first go round with cancer. 

None of that seemed real to me. 

None of that actually hit home. 

Despite the phone calls, and the photos.

It wasn't real.

I still can't believe it.

How could this have happened.

It was expected and yet so unexpected.

I told myself that this would be the last time I would get to see him

I didn't BELIEVE it.

I couldn't. It was not real!

I just sat there in the room thinking...

how does someone just not come back

I've made it this far and haven't had this experience

Is this reality...

December

She lays in his bed smoking a cigarette thinking...
It isn't going to be enough until she is broken.
Broken and lost everything.
Is the sex really worth it?
With a man who could give two shits about her?
But no...he validates her.
He spanks her ass and strokes her ego.
Petting her like the good little kitty she is.
Letting out a soft yet meaningful purr.
Yeah.
She don't know any better.
Somehow the void needs filling.
Somehow enough has to be enough.
But when...

B

If I was to have written back...

B-

It's hard for me to imagine you as the monster the media portrayed you to be. 

I find it sad the predicament even if I don't know all of the details. I know all of what was told to me by you mostly, what little bit of insanity that was told by her and practically nothing from any of your family. 

Your one aunty did say she appreciated that you had me as a friend. 

The reason you can't reach me is because I changed my phone number for personal reasons. I honestly forgot that there would be a chance you'd be trying to call even if I was expecting letters. 

In answer to your question I'm doing fine, I wish I could say I was doing better but I'm not feeling it right this minute. I haven't started working in a funeral home yet. I'm still doing the same lil job I've had for a minute now it's just what is working for me right now. 

I'm also in a recovery program trying to mend the physical and emotional damage I've accumulated and trying to learn how to be a spiritual person.  

I'm grateful for it. I hope you're as well as you can be and that you're staying out of trouble...seriously. I know how you are. I  mean staying out and away from trouble also as in how you got where you are to begin with. 

It's a hard lesson to learn but are you  really wanting to stay in there forever? I should hope that if and when you get out that you're able to make better choices. 

I will keep you in my prayers. 

Your friend, 

Renai

---so, the feelings addressed in the letter I purposely would choose not to address (because it wouldn't be me if I did) I also would hate to think that I'm responsible for crushing those feelings...although verbally I do it no problem. I really feel so much pity for him but I am not a power greater than God therefore I can not fix another person. I can offer to be of service but that is all. 

It makes me sad but it's exactly what is intended to be. That being said I will try to turn it over and go to bed.

How

I wish it could all instantly be fixed that admittance was all that was needed to fix it all.

Now I'm trying to figure out which 12 step program is the one I need to be working on...

So many issues all from a fucked up childhood.

I want to fix myself. I want to fix myself more than anything else.
Self hatred is a bitch especially when it's laid out in front of you by someone else like, "LOOK! Look just how much you hate yourself!...Look just how much you HATE yourself even now without even realizing it! LOOK! JUST LOOK AT IT ALL!"

Forcing your eyes wide open at the mercy of empty emotions.
The unfortunate childhood traumas that we sadly recreate in order to feel safe...how the fuck do you fix such a mess?

Such a damned catastrophe.
I'm questioning myself.
I know I need to undo the past to heal but how can I when it's all I have ever known.

They say control issues stem from being helpless in a situation we had no control over as a child and it led to over compensation...the attempt to control so many things in part.

It's all so fucked. 

I fear coming to terms with feelings that I have ran from. Feelings of hurt...

The PTSD I had no idea I even had...

How do I fix this...

How do I fix it when I don't have support from anyone around me...(not that that's unusual)

How can I possibly get better and be healthy and have healthy relationships with others?

How
Can
I 

30 days

The depressed version of myself.
Broken. Lifeless.
30 days, somehow I have made it 30 days but I'm not happy.
I'm not happy to be here.
Recovery is a bitch and I feel alone.
I have reached out for help only to be pushed away, turned away,  ignored
Where do you go when you're in it feeling alone
I want to satisfy this need.
The addiction is comforting.
The addiction is my only friend.
I can let all else go.

Like a mountain shaped like a spike driven right through my chest. Arms flailing back with gravity.

Isolation. Isolation is my friend too isn't it.
Ugh it doesn't fucking matter.

Fini

I've gotta be over and done with this whole trip.  And by trip I mean tripping as well.

What a fucking disgrace -__-

I'm done. Done. Done. Done.

Disillusionment

How I sincerely wished for you to be real but you were nothing but a disillusionment...

And how I wish I could have been something that was real to you just the same.

Dashboard Confessional kind of day

Screaming Infidelities
This is karma biting me in the ass
Or slapping me in the face
The reason I am constantly running
Infliction
I was reminded again of someone else's behavior
Who would create distance before crushing me
But I can't let you see it
Can't let you know part of me wants to forget how it all ended
Cause when you do kiss me it's with every ounce of you.
No, it's me. I kiss you with every ounce of me.
Like I would never get this moment back again.
And I sit here choking on these words.
These thoughts
These remnants of everything
Dashboard Confessional playing on the phone
Speaking loudly to these choked up memories and condemned wishes.
I remember feeling a sincere hate for you.
I let you in
you were the last person I let it
And here we are with the occasional linger
And now my body hurts from my selfish needs
And the reason drops begin to set in
Predictive weather of my mood
Not to let it get the best of me
I let you get the best of me
You had
Had the best of me
I'm stuck with the rest of me now
The best deceptions
"You're calling too late, you're calling too late..."

Boudoir

Sometimes I  wonder
Does it pain you that I'm a  bit of a reflection of you
Is that the reason you linger
To be a constant reminder to me that part of us is one in the same
To know that I could leave you alone for Good and be just fine as I already do

And now,  on to something different.

She glances over herself in a large ornate oval mirror.
She pouts then puckers her full red lips
When suddenly she hears two hard knocks on the door.
She slowly walks over to the door.
The lock clicks as She turns it.
She opens the door and leads him inside
she gestures her long slender arm towards a red velvet chair positioned in front of the fireplace in the dimly lit room.
He takes a seat.
The reflection of the flames are dancing across the leather of his shoes.
Standing in front of him
She begins to undo his tie
He looks up at her and into her cool dark eyes then back down to his tie.
His hands lightly holding onto the arms of the chair.
She slides his undone tie out from his collar with one hand and brings it up to her cheek.  She grabs the loose end and holds it taught between a her bare legs.
She bats her long eyelashes and bites down on her bottom lip.
He quickly fidgets in the chair as if to get up but she promptly stops him by taking a step forward now standing between his legs.
"No..." she utters quietly yet forcefully.
He then begins to relax back into the chair.
She then glances down at the tie still in her hands, then back at him, then back at the tie.
She gives a slight giggle.
She then takes her index finger and begins to trace circles on the top of his hand.
She slowly runs her finger up along his arm as she slowly moves behind him.
Up along the side of his neck. 
She glides her finger up along his ear.
From one finger to her whole hand she runs her hand into his soft brown hair and gives a slight tug back on his head.
He rolls his eyes back and he bites down on his own lip.
She's smiling directly over him but the smile is a careful smile,  a cautious smile.
She then takes the tie and begins to  blindfold him...

Creative quirks

This was something I started back in September that I guess I never, posted. Enjoy!

She had the taste of something she couldn't get enough of...

Raw eminent passion. 

It was all she could think about.

He took hold of her hair and gave a quick twist of his wrist. 

Her neck jerked back. 

She bit her lip. Her fist clenched on her pleated skirt. Sweating. Panting. Moist.

He forced her up by her hair still standing  behind her then bit gently into her neck.

Her body was hot. She could feel him against the back of her skirt. 

"How bad do you want it..." he spoke into her ear, she could feel the warmth from his breath on her flesh. 

With his free hand he gently ran his fingers down the back of her white shirt. 

Goosebumps raised on her arms.

Been a while

It's been quite some time. I haven't had a whole lot to say, or rather I do but it comes and goes so quickly.
I've had three surgeries on my leg since I've been gone.
I put on a bit of weight while in recovery and feel disgusted.
I was cleared on August 5th to resume my regular activities so I am ready to get back into the gym.
I'm unhappy with myself.
School starts in two weeks and I'm looking for a place near the campus.
Work has been hectic and I don't really like it but I will deal with it, everyone on my team seems stressed out.  And I don't think I get the praise I deserve but what else is new.
Underwhelmed.

On another note. I don't love these hoe ass bitch ass men.
No no no no no.
I wish every last one would not come back over and over.
The shit is ridiculous.
Forget me. Forget my name. Forget my number. Forget every last bit of every remnant.

I'd learn to live with so much. I'd learn to deal with so much. I'd learn not to take so much.
I'd hate it all.

In Vein

Kind of annoyed I had a whole bunch of stuff written out and it didn't save but I guess it was meant to be.
After some thinking I feel rather in between about a particular situation.
Not sure how I really want to pursue it, if that.

Part of me is going numb and then part of me is all feeling some stupid type of way.
I really wish things could be exactly how I want/would like them to be.
Of course that's wishful thinking.

I want those peaceful moments with you
where we just sit in silence
the world is filled with so much noise
I rather sit speechless with you
near you, next to you
I want to wake up next to you
I want to just be there with you
I want to be able to be closer to you

Such wishful thinking
Such wistful thoughts
Such silliness

Longview

"Do you have the time, to listen to me whine, about nothing and everything all at once?"

Anyways it was a long weekend. Almost seemed too long.  I spent Sunday recovering from the repercussions of Saturday night.  What a piss poor mood I had been in.  What a piss poor mood I am still in. A moody moody mess. Why? Because I realized that my gut instinct will always be correct.  Why is it we ever doubt ourselves? Truly?  I knew better.  I continue to know better yet make the same piss poor sorry mistakes.  Oh how gravely mistaken one can be.
One of my close friends told me not to go off the deep end with my emotions as in he told me not to allow myself to get in the mood I am already in.  It was too late.
I already decided this was going to be my course of action.
I had already decided I didn't want to fuck with anyone.
I had already decided I wanted my alone time.
I had decided to mope.
I had decided to be angry.
I had decided to pretend not to be affected.
I had already decided.
I still went out Saturday knowing it would not make a difference.
I went out knowing my mood was vengeful, indifferent, reckless.
Yet I went out with no expectations of anything good, fruitful, or positively mood changing
Maybe I brought it on myself
Who knows it's obviously too late to care.
I'm sick of all these things again.
I'm sick of all these people again.
I'm sick of all the same piss poor sorry ass excuses, lies, and erratic behavior
I'm out of suggestions
I'm out of resources
I'm out...

Everything I need

Starting to feel almost completely back to my normal state. I've managed to shake everyone who's attempted to get near me. I'm comfortable again. Peaceful. Wide awake at the moment but all in all I'm suffice with all that I have emotionally which is bare minimum and it's everything I need. Nothing to think about.

What Fiction

He asked what I wanted to do after having walked around the entire complex.  Sitting in front of the fountain kicking my feet I said, You know what I want to do. Right now? He questioned. I replied yup.  So we took off.  We had previously talked about why I cannot allow him to be close to me.  Yet he tries.  He calls me beautiful and when we go out anywhere he puts his arm around me. It is so foreign.  For a man who knows he's off limits to live a double life.  I wonder.  I have caught myself quite a few times feeling caught up in jealous emotions but for what?  I recognize the situation that it is and at the same time I tread on the top of the water. I am but a creature for the moment.  He told me I don't respond well to niceties which is usually true.  But it is what it is these are the choices I make.  I am but a mere creature and to err is human.  I shall blow these kisses to the wind.

Savages

The life of a savage filled with reckless abandon. 

Sometimes I really don't care about the feelings of others.

Lately more than anything.  

If only others really knew just where I was at in my head

I think partially because I'm being dragged back into old hurtful reminders of 

something/someone who consumed way too much of my time and energy.

I think partially because I use, have been used, and have used.

Where do these feelings of "I DON'T GIVE A FUCK" come from

Why is it that I don't care who I have to hurt or who gets hurt when it comes to getting what I want.

It is prevalent.

It is the life of a Savage. 

Animals

Oh darling the shit I'd love to say.
I just keep thinking of needs
animalistic primal primitive needs.
We are such beasts.
Oh and how my emotional needs and physical needs are not one in the same.
How I wish one could be a derivative of the other and yet it is not,
or rather it should be and yet it is not
I once said that you can't have what you want all the time, in life you must make compromises.
Where do you draw lines? Who draws what lines where?
When is it right? When are you settling?
Do you choose emotional safety or primal needs.