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2a.m. Thoughts

I just want to be okay.

I don’t know what normal feels like, but I’d really like to.

How nice it would be to just wake up and not feel this heaviness weighing over my shoulders. For the fog to be gone, and my mind free of negative thoughts and feelings.

I want to be happy. Content with my life. I don’t want to feel anxious for most of my day, with racing thoughts engulfing my mind. I want this feeling of constantly being on the verge of crying, to go away. I don’t want to remember what it feels like to wake up and just “know” that it’s not going to be a good day.

I need help. I need direction. I don’t know how to live my own life anymore. For a second,even a day, everything seems to be okay. But then it’s gone, just like that. What do I do? Someone please tell me. I’m so lost. And it gets harder everyday.

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To The One I Want To Let In To My World

My mind is not an easy place to understand. Even I get confused by it at times. One second, I’m as happy as can be, and the next, I’m curled up in a ball and wishing it could all be over.

I put a smile on my face for other people. I laugh at their jokes and thank them for their compliments. Sometimes, I really mean those smiles. Other times, I don’t. Some days it’s hard for me to even function. It’s difficult to put a smile on my face, to talk, to even count properly. It’s like a fog has formed over my head and it’s preventing me from living a normal life.

I don’t like showing that side of myself. My favorite ‘me’ is the Sarah that laughs and jokes around and doesn’t have a care in the world. Depression doesn’t even cross her mind when she’s in one of these positive moods. I love that Sarah.

To the person I am with, you are starting to see the Sarah that I don’t like. The one with the fog. The one with the bad attitude. The one with the horrible jealousy. I don’t want you to know her, but you’re starting to and I’m sorry.

I want to explain to you what exactly is going on in my head, but it’s hard for even I to understand. I want you to know that I do care about you, so much and that these moods that I get in are only temporary and they’re not a reflection of how I feel about you. I want to show you how much I care. I like you so much. But on these down days, when it’s hard to even think properly, I need your help. Your support. Your love.

I know I can’t get that though without letting you in. You have no idea what’s going on in my head and that’s my fault. I’ve been refusing to tell you.

But my God, I want to. I want you to understand. I want you to know this side of me. I want to let you into my world, the good and the bad. Please tell me you’ll stay once I’ve done that.

Please stay.

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To The One That I Hurt

To the one that I hurt. I’m sorry.

I thought that what I was doing was okay. I was still upset at you for shutting me out for a month of our relationship and when things were finally getting better, I decided to do the same thing to you.

You tried. You wanted it to work and wanted me in your life. You told me you missed me and were hurt when I went weeks without talking to you. I hurt you when you saw me talking to him. I hurt you when I lied and said I would be back. You knew it wasn’t the truth and I saw it in your face. Yet you smiled, that sad, sweet smile, and didn’t say a word.

I didn’t care. I admit that. That month when you went into your deep depression and stopped talking to me, really effected me, and my feelings for you drifted away. So when we started talking again and you were finally ready to let me in, I rejected you. I made you chase me, and you knew I’d never stop running. I would go through periods where I wouldn’t think about you at all, and that could last for days, weeks even. Then you would text me, bring me back to reality, and I would see you for one blissful day. Then another few weeks would go by.

I knew what I was doing to you. And I’m sorry. And now that I see that and understand it, it’s already too late. You’ve moved on to someone new. Someone who probably gives you the time of day. Texts you back right away, and cares about every word you have to say. I’m happy for you. I am.

But once again.. To the one I hurt.. To the one who stopped wasting her time on a fucked up, all over the place person like me… To the one who realized that she deserved better, who deserved the world…

I’m sorry.

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As I stare at my blank computer screen, I feel emotionless.

I no longer know if I am happy, or sad. Angry, or frightened. Maybe I’m a mixture of all of those emotions.

Or maybe I just feel nothing at all.

I feel happy at certain times of the day. I’ll laugh, joke around, feel good about myself.

And then I get low. I frown. I’m not sad enough to cry, but I am not happy enough to put a smile on face either.

I finally let all of my thoughts poor in. The ones that have been blocked by this busy day. There’s always so much more important things to be thinking about; to be distracted by.

But eventually… there’s nothing else left to be focused on. Soon, I’m home. Away from work. Away from friends. Away from positivity. Or, not even positivity. But activities to keep me focused.

I almost cried in class yesterday. I had to secretly wipe away the tears spilling out from my eyes. We were watching a documentary about body positivity and how not many girls have it. It discussed depression. And eating disorders. And I was suddenly transported back to difficult times that no one knows about but me. And even though I’m passed all of it.. The negative emotions that  I felt during that time are still there. In the back of my mind. And they crept out from the dark shadows they were hiding in for so long.

I got sad at work today. For 5seconds flat and then it was gone. I pushed it aside and refused to think about it because I was working.

I started to feel this sadness when I was repeating myself the 100th time today into the intercom, “How may I take your order? What kind of sauce would you like with that? What kind of drink would you like?”

And I paused, thought about what I was saying and realized.. My life is like a broken record. It’s a constant repetition, of the same words, same feelings, same conversations going on and on and on. Everyday, every minute… It’s all the same, and for what? Yes it’s good to put on your resume that you’ve worked for such and such company for 3 years. And yes, it’s great to make money. But what a waste of time. I’m never going to get these days back. I could die tomorrow. Or in a year. Or even in 60 years. But either way, I will never be this age, on this day, at this time, ever again. And I’m spending those precious hours, asking “would you like fries with that?”

I understand, this job will get me places. I might become manager. Or I may put it on my resume and a company will see and be like, “Oh, well she has good job experience.” And in the meantime, I have money to pay my bills. To buy food. To live good experiences that I can remember forever.

It’s not all bad, I’m realizing. I do work for a reason. It’s not exactly a waste of my time. But in 5 years, do I see myself still wearing that baggy, blue shirt, a headset over my ears, and fry grease on my black work pants?

I think not.

But in the meantime, I’m fine where I’m at in life.



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The Fog in my Life

“You’re the fog on my shiny afternoon.”

The Lazy Wanderer

You’re the fog on my early morning

You’re the fog on my shiny afternoon

You’re the fog on my every dusk and dawn

You’re the fog on my every view

It’s like no matter how good and breathtaking a view is, it won’t matter as long as you’re around

Just like no matter how many good people and things are in my life right now, they don’t matter ’cause you’re blocking them

Won’t you stay away from me please?

And let me appreciate the good things.

Daily Prompt – Fog

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Life Is Still Going On Without You

There are dark clouds scattered across the blue skies today.

The wind is so cold that people have broken out their sweaters and jackets again.

It’s Spring, but today it does not look like it.

Mother Nature seems to think it’s still Winter.

Life is still going on.


I studied hard for a test today, but I only got a C.

I texted back my girlfriend, but she seems to have forgotten about me.

Dad is sleeping, the bonus mom is at work. Nathan is sick and mom is at home taking care of him.

Cars are driving by my house, going much faster than they should be.

People are still at work, or school, or at their kid’s soccer game.

Life is still going on.


You’re not here. But the trees have not stopped dancing in the wind.

You won’t talk to me. But the birds continue to spread their wings and fly.

You’ve stopped caring. But the days have kept moving on.

I’m no longer your priority. But I no longer care.


I woke up today and made my favorite cup of coffee.

I got dressed today and actually had the energy to study.

I went to class today and worked hard on my exam.

I laughed at my brother’s jokes and told my mom that I love her.

I came home and had a nice conversation with my father.

My friends have been texting me all day, because I’m important to them.


You’re not my number-one, and I’m no longer yours.

You have no interest in my life, and I never think of yours.

Three weeks ago, it was different, but so much has changed.

My feelings for you have finally seemed to run away.

And I wrote this out for you, so that you would know that I’m okay.



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When I Was 17


I don’t know how it happened, or when. All I remember is waking up one day and realizing that I wasn’t 17 anymore.

I no longer lived with my mom and little brother in a small, but cozy apartment that I oh so despised.

I was no longer the girlfriend of a rude, but ultimately kind hearted, hopeless romantic boy that thought that it was the world that needed to change, not him.

I remembered that it really wasn’t “just yesterday”, when my best friend and I stole my mom’s car for the night, thinking that the boy I had a crush on would think I was cool if I came driving by his house in a beautiful, blue Corolla.

Gone were the days of ditching French class and flirting with my ex out in the school hallway.

Nights were spent wandering the streets with my best friend at 1am, doing things that we probably shouldn’t have been and were VERY lucky we never got caught.

So many wonderful, but also miserable, nights as well..

Countless hours were spent screaming back and forth with him because he had decided to be an ass again.

Days when I ate so much, my stomach could no longer bare it and I had to run to the toilet. Again. And again. And again.

When I cried to my therapist about how confused I was about love and life and just about every little thing that was happening to me at the time.

Oh, how I miss those nights of talking to my best friend for 6 hours on the phone, never a pause in-between words.

The giggling, the music, the late night driving, and the long conversations about boys, bad experiences, and things we would never, ever tell another soul.

The fights. The laughter. The love and rebellion. The dreams and the heartbreak. The confusion and the deep sadness. The happiness I felt, no matter how bad it all got.

How I miss those days, I thought I had almost forgotten them.

Now I’m almost 22 years old, and life has passed me by. So much has changed, yet not nearly as much as I’d hoped. And I promise I am not dwelling over the past, for what a waste that would be. No matter how much one reminisces about the past, it has already happened. There’s no going back.

Life is always changing, people are always moving and they never stop to take in just how fast time is going by. Sometimes I feel as if I’ve lived a lifetime, and other times I feel like there’s never enough time in the day.

I notice how quickly the days turn into nights. How one conversation can turn into another, and other people don’t seem to notice the difference. But I feel it. I see it. And it almost scares me to death, because I feel as if I’m not spending each passing moment to my fullest capacity. I was 17 years old yesterday, and now I’m 21 today. Before anyone blinks an eye, I will be 50 years old. Then 55. And then 73.

And then, someday… I’m going to have run out of time. I’ll be curled up in my death bed,  looking back at all of the memories and wondering where those days had gone, and if I had spent my life the way I wanted to.

I don’t want to have regrets. I’m going to make stupid decision’s, that is true. But as long as at that very moment, that’s exactly what I wanted to do, and it made me happy, then it’s okay. What is the point of having a life, if you are not living it happily? Why spend your days wondering why the days seem to keep dragging on and wishing for a better day to come? I refuse to waste my days longing for something better.

I choose to be happy today. I choose to live. What do you choose?