Break? Or Build?

Can I just say that it sucks? Yes it sucks to like someone and know that there is nothing you can do about it. I sucks so much that it becomes a chore to pretend you're normal and not busting inside. At times I wish it weren't so. Why can't life be simple instead? Is it too much to ask for?

You like someone, they like you back end of story. Why the drama and the heartache? Why have to go through the ritual dance, and end up standing alone on the dance floor? Like the little reject shit that no one would want to dance with.

Frustrating and annoying and pathetic it is. Because you know in your heart, that if this was your best friend, you'd be telling her to get the fuck over it and move on. And you know in your heart that you're THAT hypocritical. Dishing it is always so much easier than taking it. And at the end of the day, you know you got to stand alone. But you still want a partner on that bloody dance floor.

It reminds me of something I read today that Tupac said, yes, TUPAC:

You can spend minutes, hours days, weeks or even months over analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened ...
Or you can just leave the the pieces on the floor, and move the fuck on.

Procrastination and Stagnation

Some times I feel like I have Asperger's Syndrome, or maybe I'm just a dissociative personality. I don't know. Ever get that feeling of standing on the outside and watching life pass you by? I get that several times a day. Makes me wonder about how normal "normal" really is, or actually, how crazy "normal" really is. It's strange to feel like this. Almost as if you're in a surreal existence, a parallel kind of place. I look around me and see people succeeding, people doing better than me at what I'm doing, and it makes me wonder where I'm going wrong?

Maybe I'm just a big procrastinator and no procrastinator ever reached the top of that ladder. It's like in the book, The folk of the Faraway Tree, when Connie gets stuck on the never ending ladder. Life's kinda like that, a never ending ladder. You stop because you realize its never ending. Oh wait, life does end, but your legacy never does, does it? That is exactly the point, the legacy you leave behind is what makes you continue on the never ending ladder. So basically those who stopped are those who leave behind nothing. Their life literally comes to a halt.

I am beginning to think maybe I'm kidding myself when I say I want to succeed. When push comes to shove, I am after all mediocre. Nothing spectacular or amazing. But, and that is a big but, does it really have to be like that for me? For anyone?

I met someone today that I hadn't seen for eight years. Meeting them made me actually realize, and sit and think and analyze, where am I going? He seemed to have changed a lot over the years. And he told me I hadn't changed at all. Is that supposed to be a compliment? I suppose if he was talking about looks, it is, female vanity being what it is. But in every other sense isn't being told you haven't changed amongst the biggest insult? It's like being compared to stagnant water. Dull, still and useless, actually not really useless as much as dangerous, in that it helps breed mosquitoes.

I suppose being told you look so different and that you've changed is the biggest compliment one can receive. It signifies dynamism and volatility, two traits I'd love to claim.

Voices

The voices, make them go away.
The shouting, the screaming,
The crying, the begging.

Do you think you can make it go away?
23 years of voices in my head,
Can you banish them?
Will you kill them?
Can you make them just go away?

Did I try you ask?
I turned a deaf ear,
I turned my head away,
I even tried to look the other way.

It doesn't help at all.
It makes even less sense than most.
The voices will stay
I can't make them go away.

Help me... Please take me away.