continuing

I feel like I learned a lot today.

I am going to try and sum it all up in a semi short not too long post.

So last night I was upset of course about the fact that this thing with the guy I had been seeing ended. I was still upset about it this morning too. And I don't need to cover everything again because if you care to know more about just read my previous posts. Anywho the main point is that I was mad that I had failed again. I was confused as to why the happy giddyness talkativeness stopped. And, I was sad that there didn't seem to be another chance for us to try. All these emotions were fuming and boiling in my body, killing me on the inside and in my mind.
I resorted to talking to a coworker of mine since I really never know who to really talk to. He gave the best advice without giving direct "do this or do that" advice. He mad me realize that all my stressful feelings weren't worth it. And that especially this early in dating him things should be happy and honeymoon like, not sad or stressful. I explained to him how me and this guy were hardly talking anymore and my coworker said that someone should want to talk to you, someone should be excited to talk to you. All in all I realized that this isn't meant to work. I don't believe it's the distance, not for me at least, that made it fall apart, but rather a lack of foundation. Maybe even a lack of commitment? I don't know. I don't know why it didn't work for him (maybe I should ask him, or maybe I should shut my mouth and not worry about it (go with numero dos)). And usually I never know with guys because you know they just aren't wired like us girls. They don't say outright how they feel even when you ask them. For this guy I am not sure what didn't work for him. Let me say though that I am the one who put a stop to it all. But, all this is just fine. Like he said, I am glad I have a more positive attitude about this because I enjoyed the time I spent with him and I loved getting to know him better. Did I want it to work out and keep going till the fall? Yes. But life never works out the way you want it to, and in truth it isn't supposed to.
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Also, talked to my girl friend who is having a similar problem, okay it's pretty exact, anywho, I told her that if he can't spend a measly 5 minutes on the phone with you then what's the point? She is amazing and worth a million minutes and more! I guess my whole conclusion is to stay close to your heart and how you feel and to always remember that you are worth it.

salt in my cuts

I want this all to stop. I don't want anyone to text me or call me or ask me to do things or say I'm pretty or anything. I want to be alone because it all hurts too much. Life is pain. My best friend is on another freaking planet. We don't exist in each other's worlds anymore. And even if she did exist here I wouldn't even know who she was. It hurts so much to see someone you used to love just morph into something so different and cold. Your negativity kills me. I can't be around that even if I wanted to be. Maybe it's drugs or your drinking or maybe it's him, whatever the reason I just wish you would go back to being the best friend I've always had.

And you. You are this person I've always wanted, someone I've been looking for all along and unfortunately you live so far away that none of this even matters. And a long distance relationship isn't possible I know, but I keep pretending it's in the cards for us. And even if we tried I feel like we would still be sad in the end. And a part of me just wants to bury you, like I did him so that I wouldn't have to deal with the harsh realities. I mean this cutesy thing we do over text and skype is so nice but at the end of the day you will be fucking someone else and I'll be waiting for your call. Yes, I am immature like her. I hate wanting what I can't have and instead of dealing with it I'd rather forget it all.

orgasmic tears

I did something that was supposed to produce heightened blood flow, a feeling of ecstasy, and monstrous sounds. All I ended up with was a Molly in tears. Never has this happened before. As I reached a peak of exhilaration I broke down into silent tears conjured by loneliness. It hit me, when laying there in the tub with water drawing droplets on my skin, that I may be like this forever. Alone with my hand in a bathtub. I know it is a bit dramatic to come to such a conclusion at my age but I can not envision me getting out of this rut. I know they say if you think negatively then you'll get a negative outcome, but even when I think positively I still get something I am unsatisfied with. I truly felt so alone in that moment. Usually I can only cry from one eye if I am sort of sad but tonight both eyes filled like basins with tears. I just feel like I am never enough. I can look back on my last two guy endeavors and say, "something about you[Molly] was not enough." I am the glass half empty, not full. Men can't seem to commit to me without my vagina in their face. Maybe I should become a stripper, then I could have old men, young men, creeps, frat boys, maybe even a few girls drool over my naked body sliding against the pole in the limelight. I just want to be wanted. I want anyone, girl or guy, to say they want me, even if they're lying because then at least I won't have to feel the sting of the truth. I want someone to want me as much as I want them because I am tired of feeling like I am the only one that feels a crushing, deep, caring pain anymore. It's sad because you can't convince anyone to love you. And sometimes you end up pushing everyone else away because that one who rejected you. There seems to be no break in this heartwrenching cycle except the possibility, the hope that someone will love you the way you love them, the way you love yourself. Rupaul says something of the sort... "If you don't love yourself how the hell is anyone else going to." I love myself but I also hate myself at times because I keeping holding on to this image of the past Molly instead of embracing the new Molly. I constantly can't seem to forget or forgive my past mistakes and it is only bringing me down. We hold on because familiarity is blinding to the truth. Truths are hard to take. Maybe I hold on to this slutty, destructive, horrid Molly because I am afraid of growing up and doing what is right ( doing what is right never seems to be easy and I like easy ). What is your truth that you're ignoring?