I’m not even sure what I’m feeling. I miss him. He seems like the only person who can help me right now, but I don’t want to bug him. He doesn’t feel for me the way I feel for him. I say stuff like “let’s see each other, let’s look at flights” and I mean it, but he doesn’t. I would want to just book a flight and tell him, but I’m not even sure he’d want to host me. I want to talk to him all the time, but I’m not sure if he does. The thing is, it’s rare to meet someone who checks everything off your list. I’m talking about the theoretical husband list. When I dated my first boyfriend I was too young to even think about that kind of thing. My second boyfriend, I could see his flaws, anger problems. My third boyfriends flaws were visible as well, stoner. But then you date around, and there’s always something a little wrong about the guy you’re with, and it doesn’t go further because you know it could never work. And then, you meet someone, and you can’t seem to find a flaw about them, and you know you still don’t know everything about them yet, but usually with all the other guys theres something they don’t check off your list. They have bad music taste, they can’t hold an intellectual conversation, or they have no motivation in life. But this new guy you meet, he’s got everything. He’s smart, he’s funny, he’s attractive, he has motivation for his life, a drive, he has good music taste, he has good morals, he has similar political and religious views, and he actually wants marriage and kids down the road. These are just some traits on my check list, some things that would be ideal, some things that make me even more attracted to a guy. But then there’s the interaction, and the way the conversation flows easily, and how you’re always smiling with him, and how your heart flutters a little. Again, you still don’t know him that well, but you can just feel it. He’s the first guy I’ve met, that I haven’t been in a relationship with, but could see myself ending up with him. So we hung out, and we got to know each other and he just kept exceeding all my expectations, and I slept with him, and that was magical as well. But then he leaves, and our time together was short lived, and now I’m alone in my room at night thinking of him, wanting to just be content and not be consumed with thoughts of him, but I just so desperately want to talk to him, because he could make me so damn happy. Why do I feel like he’s the one for me and like I’m losing my opportunity? It makes me sad, but not like heartbreak, I’m not crying, I’m just paralyzed. Time moves so slow, and he’s always in my brain, he makes me feel different from the others, and I have no idea what to do.
I can feel the tears well up into my eyes, i’ve been crying a lot lately. There’s a lump in my throat and my eyes start to get watery and blurry. I don’t want them to fall on my cheeks just yet, if I leave them in my eyes it won’t feel like I’m crying. But I’m trying to text and I can’t read anything, there’s too much water in my eyes. So I let them go, cascading on my cheeks, like little waterfalls. Once I start crying I can’t hide the feelings anymore, I have to feel them. Feelings of loneliness, feelings of being unwanted, feelings of melancholy. I’m always someones second choice, no one ever feels for me as I feel for them. Am I being dramatic? Maybe. But this is what the tears tell me, this is how I feel. Last place. Always average at everything. Nobody’s first pick, not necessarily someones last either. I just want to be it for someone. I just want them to look at me, the way I look at all the others.
If you haven’t heard about the phenomena 13 reasons why, then you’re one of the few people that don’t go on social media or read news, and truly I applaud you for it, but for all of us who have watched the show, I have a few things to say. Suicide is never a topic that should be taken lightly. The show romanticizes the idea of suicide. It shows that you can get revenge, and you can hurt the people who hurt you. While many of the people on the tapes don’t deserve to be on there, because what they did is very minor, I can sympathize with Hannah on how the little things can seem so big. I understand how small things can spiral up, and how every little thing can cause you to fall into a hole of deep depression. However, this is never an excuse to ruin other peoples lives. She was so distraught by this school, and how she was treated, and how she was bullied, she then decides to become the bully. By making these tapes she causes huge repercussions. She doesn’t care about all the people she’s hurting, just about getting revenge. Most people who are suicidal just want their pain to end and they usually aren’t looking to blame others. Suicide is a terrible, horrible thing. It hurts me to think that people are in so much pain that they believe this is the only way, the only way to end all of the pain. I feel for Hannah in that sense, but I can’t respect the tapes, I can’t respect ruining other peoples lives after you take your own. This show scares me, it scares me that other teenagers will think this is a good idea. They make mental illness seem poetic. It doesn’t depict suicide or mental illness accurately. Remember, everyone, pain is temporary, darkness is temporary. There are countless people willing to help. Light always prevails.
why is it always me who puts my feelings on the line? why is it always me who gets upset? I feel like its never the guy, no guy has ever put his feelings on the line for me. No guy has ever been upset over me. I’m always trying, I always care with my whole heart, I always get attached. I don’t know how to be cool, calm, and collected. I only know how to feel with every bone in my body. I don’t want to anymore, I’m sick of feeling only to be constantly hurt. Well will it not be my turn anymore? why is it always me who likes a person way more than they like me? I don’t know that I will ever find someone who feels for me the same way I feel for them.
Why is it that at the start of any relationship, whether it’s a sexual relationship or a romantic one we have to follow these rules and play some sort of game? For the most part, women know that if we act too eager, a man usually gets scared and runs away. So for us this consists of not contacting him first, and if he contacts us to deny him the first time for the “chase”. This sort of game and these sort of rules are so outdated and barbaric. If I want to hangout with a man, why do I have to deny him the first time. What if I wanted to hangout? Now we both don’t get what we want. Why can’t I contact him first? What if i’m interested in getting to know him more, why is that a turn off? Even if it’s not for a relationship, even if it’s just for sex, why do women have to bend over backwards to make ourselves more desirable? Maybe I’m dating all the wrong men, but I want to be able to do whatever I want without the fear of being annoying, or being rejected. If I want to hangout with a man, I should be able to. I’m sick of playing games, why can’t we rewrite our own damn rules?
I’m sorry I was too young. I couldn’t comprehend my emotions. I had no way of managing, and coping with the pain I felt. I was too young to have sex. At the time, it was what I wanted, and I don’t regret it, but I was too young. I had no way of understanding how attached I would get to you. I felt like you and I were forever. I was 16 and would have married you if you asked. It was not puppy love, it was real, uncensored, passionate, fucking crazy love. I thought about you every single day. I just wanted to hold you, kiss you, make love to you every second. I was so in love with you, you were my first. I’m sorry I threatened to kill myself. I didn’t know what to do with the excruciating pain I was feeling. I’m sorry I wouldn’t leave you alone, that I would constantly need your attention. That I would tell you I wanted to kill myself just so that you would pay attention to me. It wasn’t your burden to carry, you were too young as well. The pain was real, I fell into a deep spiral of depression, but it wasn’t your fault. We were in high school, we weren’t going to be together forever. I don’t blame you for making me depressed, any man I was in love with at such a young age would have made me feel the same way. It was me, I kept falling into a hole. I felt like you had died, like I had lost you forever. I felt like a large piece of me was missing. A life without you felt like a life not worth living. I’d cut myself to feel anything other than the throbbing of my heart. I dreamed of suicide just so I wouldn’t have to feel anything anymore. I wanted to be out of the misery, in any possible way. But I did come out of the misery, and I am still alive. The experience taught me so much. It taught me that a good therapist can change your entire life. It taught me that anti-depressants shouldn’t be looked at as an enemy but rather as my savior. It taught me that I am stronger than this, I am strong enough to not let love ruin me. It taught me how to act in my next heartbreak, I didn’t contact him after, I didn’t tell him how heart broken I was, and most importantly I didn’t tell him about how I wanted to commit suicide. Partly, because this time I didn’t want to. I knew that life gets better, my next great love is just waiting around the corner. One day I will be married, and incandescently happy and all of this pain will be worth it. Again, I’m sorry I was too young. If we had met now and broken up, I would have responded better. I wouldn’t have needed all your attention. I always wonder if we ever could have been friends, if I hadn’t acted the way I did if we could have still remained in each others lives. I’ll never know. My depression wasn’t yours to deal with. You were only a child too. I’ve grown, I’ve learned, I’ve survived. And for that I thank you, for showing me that I am stronger than I could have ever imagined.
It is always the same feeling for me. I get excited too easily and usually am let down, or you could say crushed. It doesn’t take a lot for me to be crushing. First there’s that immediate attraction. I see the guy at the bar or a party and am instantly drawn to him just from his appearance. Then I talk to him, for me the guy is always funny and makes me laugh. He puts a smile on my face, and I enjoy every moment that we are conversing. Then at some point, we kiss. That is usually what seals the deal on the crush. I get butterflies in my stomach, I’m excited about life, there is someone for me to think about. It’s not even like I’m looking for a relationship with this crush, or anything on those terms. It’s just an overwhelming sense of excitement, and it’s even better when it’s come after intense amounts of heartbreak. The excitement comes from optimism, you don’t know this person, you don’t know their flaws yet, you don’t really know how well you would get a long, but still there’s that feeling in your chest that makes the world go round. The optimistic feeling that you might run into them, or see them again, where potentially more could happen. Sometimes my head gets too far ahead, and nothing ends up happening, but I still hold on to the excitement of a crush, because one day it’s going to end up working out for me, and all the ups and downs will be worth it.
2016… It has been a year filled with tremendous amounts of love and joy, but it has also been a year filled with an overwhelming amount of sadness and disappointment. Yes, I am talking about the moment when we lost our country to nothing less than a bully. However, I am also talking about some personal reasons why 2016 has felt like the year that will never end. I’ll start by saying the beginning of my 2016 was rather pleasant. I was in a happy, committed relationship, I was doing well in school, and I had things to look forward too. As the school year concluded my world was rocked, shaken, broken in half by a man who had no intentions of keeping his promises. (While it would be ironic if this man was Donald Trump, this man was actually named James Palmer.) My heart was broken, not down the middle, not in a poetic lovesick way, but shattered into a million pieces, and even if I tried to put it back together, James Palmer took a piece and my heart would no longer be whole. While this sounds very theatrical, it is exactly how I felt… and it only became worse. See James Palmer ended up not being a very nice guy, he left me only to replace me two weeks later. Feeling replaceable is a feeling I would not wish on my worst enemy, it makes you feel worthless, it made me question everything. If he could replace me so quickly, what am I doing wrong? Luckily, through soul searching (in other words copious amounts of alcohol) I have found that it wasn’t me, but rather him. I have discovered that I will never let a boy paint me black when I am golden. After coping with this personal tragedy, I found myself lost in another one. I am not alone when I say that I did not predict a Trump win. I was optimistic for our country, I was excited that a woman would finally be representing us. However, like so many of us, I was terribly wrong. I didn’t expect to feel the emotions that I felt. The next day I didn’t get out of bed, I cried and I laid there disappointed in my country. I cried for the women of this country, that fear the rights of their own bodies might be taken away. I cried for the LGBT community, that feared for their rights that they had only just gotten. I cried for the people of color, who were scared for what their lives might be like under a Trump presidency, how discrimination will only become worse. My emotions spiraled by the lack of support from the republican party. Laughing at our feelings, ridiculing us for having emotions. I found solace in friends of similar minds. I coped with my feelings and reached out to everyone, the best I knew how. I am optimistic for a better 2017. I am desperatley hoping that everyone proves me wrong. I am here for anyone that needs a friend. I will not lose my hope, I will not let the disastrous year make me a cynic, I will always rise above.
Things can be going seemingly well. In fact you are happy, but there is that one thing that consumes your brain, makes you feel lonely and sad, makes you feel worthless…a man. See I had been talking to this man for a few weeks, we had hooked up. (Before I get judgements I am a college female, this is quite normal and p.s. it’s my body) After I hook up with a guy I tend to like it to be steady. I am leaving to study abroad next semester, I’m not trying to wife this guy up, just engage in some good sex. I thought things were fine and then BAM they weren’t. We started talking less each day, but the real kicker is when he would just blatantly ignore my requests to hangout…again I’m just trying to get laid nothing more. Things like this make a young woman question herself. What did I do? Why is he ignoring me? Why can’t we just hook up? Did I do something? Is it me? When in reality it isn’t me, and rather this boy who seems to be a bit of an asshole. But why is it that things can be going well but that one thing makes you question yourself and makes you feel powerful emotions? I will never attempt to understand the workings of the male mind, but I wish I could grasp my own and stop myself from doubting myself all because a boy has ignored me.
Today we elected a bigot. A racist. A sexist. A homophobic. Today my country let me down in more ways than one. We had the chance to make change, we had the chance to make history, we had the chance to continue to move forward. We blew it. Instead now we are going to move backwards. Whether or not any new laws get passed, whether or not the progress President Obama made is erased, they voted for a president and vice president who believe that women don’t have the right to their own body. They voted for a president and vice president who believe women should be punished for abortions. They voted for a president and vice president who don’t have any respect for the LGBT community. They voted for a president and vice president who has no regard for people of color. For these reasons I can not give respect to Trump voters. The results of the election divided us as a nation, it shows that we haven’t come far enough. It shows that a woman is still beat out for a leadership position by a man, even if she is more qualified. We will not be silenced. We will continue to use our voices to educate the masses. I will continue to move forward without trump and his supporters. We the people, who have felt deserted from our country need to take it back. Let’s continue to stand for what we believe in. Let’s pray to god that trump proves us all wrong, but lets join together for when he proves us right.