I seem to have these sperts where for about a month or so i write alot, about whats going on, but lately i havent been. Its not because nothing interesting has happened, because pleanty of interesting things have happened. I just havent been in the mood to write, which really is a shame. Its not good when i dont feel like writing, that usually means somethings wrong. Well, it means somethings wrong when i want to write, when i dont want to, that means I am lost, and confused, maybe even scared. But for some reason, I havent been feeling those things lately. I haven't been feeling anything. Its the worst feeling in the world, not feeling. I feel this way often, usually once every week or 2. But I have recently felt nothing, every day, for about 3 weeks now. When i used to feel this way I had an easy fix. A quick, simple, release. But I've been told thats a bad way to deal with my problems, that there are other ways to releve my "stress" or "anxiety" or "saddness." But what they never understood, was yes, I would do it during those times, but for the most part, I would for no reason at all. I know its cleche, but its sort of like the whole: "I'd rather feel pain then nothing at all" thing. Why don't I feel anything. I can't cry cuz I'm not sad. I cant yell cuz I'm not mad. I can't even smile cuz I'm not happy, I just
am... What I
am is pretty bored. I don't even want to turn on the television becuase I don't feel like falling back into that mindless coma that is the T.V. I tryed reading, get my mind off of the nothing. That didnt work. I have a problem with reading most of the time. I can't comprehend anything I read really. I could in this case, but I was just bored by the story line.
I belive that some of the most beautiful, elegant, just down right prettiest things in the world are trees. I used to draw trees when i was little, hundreds and hundreds of trees. They were all the same too, skinny, with a billion limbs, but no leaves. Just bare, baby trees.
Damnit. When ever I don't feel anything, I tend to think. I hate thinking, becuase it usually leads to remembering. I HATE remembering. I always remember about my best friend using me first, after he had hurt so bad seeing me get used by others, he went right around and did it himself. I guess that can only be expected though. Then she pops into my head. At first I'm sad, how could someone so amazing, and beautiful and strong just be taken away so easly? But then afater a minute, reflecting back on it, I know she's still here. It's hard, not to be able to see her, physically see and touch her. But to know that her love, and compassion, and talent is in all of us somehow, it releaves my sadness. I truely think, sometimes, when I'm sketching with my pencil, or makeing wet, messy marks of water color, that its really not me doing it at all. I think sometimes, She is holding my hand, moveing it in just the right way, so that it comes out exactly how SHE wanted it. I miss her, we all do.
I need to get out of the house. I am so used to not going anywhere, not wanting to go anywhere, and just sitting here, waiting. The problem s, I donn't know what the hell I am waiting for. A phone call? A text? A knock on the door? A crash through the window? A bark in the den? I'm just stuck, with nothing to do but wait. Wait for
what ever my come my way.