You don't have to read my blog. I could care less either way, but if you do, don't judge me. I am trying to be real in a world where being fake is too common. I won't judge you if you promise not to judge me.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Woohoo!
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Now I lay me down to sleep..
My head is so full of thoughts, so maybe if I just let them out, they will not be so heavy? I am sitting in my bathroom, on the floor holding Shakieyia, with the light off and I can't stop crying. I never felt safe, but I did feel secure. I can't believe that after almost eleven years I let him get to me. People keep playing games with my brain and it keeps breaking my heat. I wish I were stronger, I hate being weak. I'm so pathetic letting everything affect me. I wish my family understood, and didn't make me feel stupid. I wish I had a dad to give me a hug and make me feel safe. I need a hug from my uncles, and one from my grandpa, and one from denmark, those are the people that make me feel safest. That make me feel less alone in this world. Praying isn't helping and the devil is telling me to cut. My head keeps spinning and I see one face. The face of every nightmare I've had since age eight. I am having a panic attack, I can't believe that after all this time he still doesn't believe me. Like I would lie about something so serious. I think that hurts the most, him not believing me. And what hurts the second is my brother and sister calling me stupid. I'm sorry I'm not strong enough to get over it. I have tried for so long, but I couldn't talk. I was scared, and still I fear. I'm so proud of you two for being strong and being survivors while I sit here as a victim. I wish I was a survivor too.
Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the lord my soul to keep.
And if I die before I wake.
I pray the lord my soul to take.
As a child this was in a picture frame with a little girl kneeling and I said it every night. It keeps going through my head now, so I thought I should write it.
I'm heading to bed,
Goodnight.<3
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
It always hurts the same.
My scars.
My mind, is racing..
Another thing that gets me about them, is they don't even care to read my blog, they don't care what I feel. If they had a blog, I would read it and try and be there for them, but they could careless about me. They use me. And I am so sick of it. UGH, I am so freaking hurt by all my 'friends' actions, it's ridiculous.
Next subject, Oregon. I donI't think you understand that as soon as I get money and Jasmine gets money and time off how fast I will be there. I miss those kids so much, it hurts. I talk to them on the phone all the time and hear their stories and I get sad. I don't want their lives to go on without me, but at the same time, I know they need to. They just seem so grown up and it sucks. I can't wait to go visit so I can get annoyed of them.(: ahha. I also miss Aunt Becky and Andrew. I didn't realize how much I would. Aunt Becky and I text EVERYDAY, pretty much. I don't know. I just feel like lonely, sad, empty, incomplete, etc. without them all in my daily life. I miss them all so much..(:
On to the next, Brook. Ohmygoodness. So at first it was her avoiding me, but now it's me avoiding her. I don't do it on purpose, I just feel abandoned right now and I don't want her to abandon me too. I have all my friend abandoning me, my aunt, uncle and cousins abandoning me, I don't want my best friend to leave me too. I don't know, I just feel really fragile and I don't want anything bad to happen to me right now, because I might not be able to take it. I am barely hanging on as it is.
Well, I am going to go on some sites. and listen to one direction? I think that is their name, my friend on tumblr told me to listen to a song, because I never have. I really hope I don't like them, because I hate trends and stuff. ahha.
Thanks for reading.
(if anyone even does.)
-Brittany.<3
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Jump Brittany!
I am so sick of everyone pressuring me into doing stuff. I hate it. I am not the person that can just have my life decided for me. I have anxiety. I freak out, daily. I have anxiety attacks and no, sometimes it won't be okay. Do not tell me what I will do and stuff. It doesn't make me want to do it. I hate not having a choice. I never have a choice. I am never in control. I want to be in control. I hate that you all choose favorites and I'm never it. I hate that someone can treat me a certain way but once I retaliate I am the bad person. No, life doesn't work like that. If you can't take it, don't dish it. I hate how people act like they like me or enjoy my company.. I know you don't. I am just second best. And no, imitation is not the highest form of flattery. I love how you always have to act like me so that people will love you. Be yourself. Grow a pair. Stop trying to be like me, it gets old.
Anyway, that was my first rant of the new year.(:
This year I want to blog more, express my feelings more. I want to make new friends and attend church a little more. I want to stop caring what you all think of me. I want to pass at least three things off my bucket list. I want to rewrite my bucket list. I want to write in a journal or private blog. I want to find out who my true friends are. I want to not let others walk all over me. I want to be me, Brittany.
Hello new year, I'm becoming a different person. Please catch me, because I'm about to jump.(: