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Wednesday, 24 March 2010

  • The only reason people talk behind your back is because you're already ahead of them.

    I'm doing laundry. In the laundromat.  It's really boring. Thank GOD for wifi.
    'm trying to figure out how to stay absolutely busy today because I really want to stop b/ping.  I want to stop.  I want to have energy again, I want to be as healthy as possible for the hiking my son and I will be doing this summer.  I want to save my money and use it for better things. 
    I've already become a non-smoker, so hiking will already be easier.  and I have good boots now.

    Okay, this woman is staring at me.  She's really huge and kind of gross, and it's freaking me out...I HATE that.

    A new ipod
    a frame pack
    a lightweight sleeping bag
    speakers for my car

    okay I'm going to find something to do today.

  • get these words out - clear my mind

    I just ccan't stop tinking about him.  I thought about the box of ccondoms, I thought about the Inn.  I thought about the nap we took together at my paren'ts house on the ccouch.  I think about his eyes...well eye.  I can't sleep now.  I think about how he doesn't care about me enough to call or email.  His confidence.  How sexy I found him.  being in his truck with his hand on my leg.  his truck.

    all the things that make me miss him.

    but the truth is that there were enough bad things that I'm not thinking about, enough to make me not want to be with him anyway.

    like the attitude.  the spoiled attitude he had, and when his father bought him expensive shit when he should be taking ccare of his daughter.  the fact that he shoots guns...lame. he fact that I was okay with it when it's not anywhere near my level of morals to play with guns.  how I changed who I was for him.  how I couldn't share anything with him and et supprt in return.  How he argued over things that didn't matter, and that he was wrong about.  How he never came up here to see me.  Only in the beginning. 

    I keep thinking since the beginning was so wonderful, did I do something? it must've been me. I chnaged just like he did. we really weren't a good match.  I knew this from the start but I went head first into it anyway, because I wanted to be in a relationship so badly.  It was stupid to think, after all he said about wanting to stay in Bennington, that he would make an effort to be closer to me. or visit me more often when he had the Inn to take ccare of. 

    And now he's going to be going to jail for a little while, do I really want to be with someone like that? nope. no no no.  I want someone who stays out of trouble.  I mean, look at Dan, he trafficked drugs, and plays with guns, and probably beat that shar-pei of his.  He never sees his mother, and only wants money from her since his grandfather died...what a fuckbag.  He was an asshole the day after the storm, too.  He would've treated Tobi unfairly...look at how he spoiled his daughter but never did ONE thing for Tobi.  FUCK HIM.  And he didn't even appreciate how awesome Tobi is.  He never spent any time with him.  nothing.

    They hardly even spoke.  Poor Tobi I wish I hadn't put him through that, I wish I hadn't put myself through that.  all to be loved. by someone who is totally unworthy of all the awesome things I did for him.  Wasted effort, and paper and art.  Silly of me to think he would appreciate it anyway! what a dick.

    ok I feel better now thinking about all this and realizing there was nothing there to begin with.  I take responsibility for getting involved in that.  It was a mistake that I've learned from.  Now to utilize the knowledge. 

    I was asssertive last night with the "Teri's Bitch" boy downstairs.  I need to do that more often. Just face my fears...I have been doing it more often, actually.  And it feels more empowering than being angry.  I actually get what I want out of the situation and nobody ends up judging me wrongly.


Tuesday, 23 March 2010

  • I keep checking my fucking email to no avail.  He's just not going to contact me again.

    I'm not sure why I'm so bothered by this.  I want him to want me.  Guess I just want the attention...and the sex.

    I have plenty of men wanteing to meet me on POF so I shouldn't be too concerned...but there was something there with Dan and fuckin a it's so hard to get that again. 

    he only loved me because I loved him...even though that's the way it goes usually anyway.

    I've been b/ping so much that my glands are swollen.  I've gotta go to DBT now.

    Don't worry, everything is going to be amazing!

Friday, 19 March 2010

  • well it's been awhile again.  Isn't that just cliche, right? yeah I know.

    Finally we broke up.  I offered him a friendship...it would be great to hike with him again.  Or casual sex, whatever.  That's really the only good thing we had anyway.  everything else was arugments and anger and his issues. 

    I don't feel like writing anymore.  If I go home, the bitch will be there.  dammit I can't stand it.

    I am drowsy and want to binge again.  I have a few hours to kill this afternoon.  If I had something to do, I woldn't have the urge to binge.  But I have nothing to do, nowhere to go and no animals to play with. So I'm ending up going there to sit alone watch pointless dvd's and waste my time eating and purging because I have nothing better to do.  for fuck sake I have got to fill up my life somehow.

    I forgot to ask Brock what other groups to go to.  Maybe I'll email him. yeah.

Saturday, 13 March 2010

  • DBT

    I guess you could say I am getting a lot out of this DBT class.  I'm using the skills, although I had a relapse with the b/p ing that is holding me back.  Yesterday I had a binge and just couldn't purge. It was very scary - I thought my stomach might explode.  I thought I was going to die.  But I kept trying to et it out and there was no way.  I almost broke a vessel in my forehead trying to purge...nothing would come up. 

    and then all this shit happened with my landlady.  So I think it was the Universe talking to me loud and clear.  I had to deal with all of the shit while I had so much food in me and while I was under the realizationthat I was going to have to digest all of the food I just consumed.  Later, after it was all over, I managed to get a little bit up, but it was almost three hours later so it wasn't much.

    I'm done with b/ping it's just wrong.  There' sno room for it in my life.  I have better things to do.  And I'm just fine the way I am.

    Just fine. And that's enough.



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