I love to write but I know I will never have the dream career or anything else. Life is hard and if you actually make it to 30 without killing yourself then you're already doing better than most.
My first painting.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
Sometimes you just wanna feel numb.
I sit at home on the two year anniversary of my mothers death and I find myself in the worst stage of emptiness that I have felt in a long while. I really don't know what to do with myself today, I don't feel like going out, There is nothing on T.V and my mind is all over the place. The only thing that is real is the fact that she is gone, I am wearing her ashes in my necklace, I still smell her, the fresh scent of the Gardenia bush outside forbids me to forget her favorite smells. I have taken an extra anxiety pill today (prescribed) but it doesn't seem to have any effect on what it's up against, it doesn't know my level of anxiety. I shall have another because today... I just want to feel numb, nothing, an emotionless day if you will. All I know is that when I feel like I do today, I write, no proofreading, (except for spelling) just typing my heart out, putting myself out there for the world to see, to judge, to do and say whatever they want. I am not sure why I write about how I feel so much, maybe I hope that I will touch someone, somewhere and they will see that it is okay to express and accept how you feel, no matter how shitty it is. I dream to be a writer someday but that's just what people say when they want to be "recognized" for their work. I could give two shits about recognition, I AM A WRITER, I write, therefore I am a writer. Will I get noticed one day for my smart ass mouth and sometimes cool TV show critiques, probably not. That does not stop me, I have had this blog since 2010 and have very few page views or entry counts. I am still writing because one day I will get the satisfaction that I desire.... I want to help someone, speak to someone, make a person think, laugh, anything as long as they feel something that I set out to do every time I sit at this laptop with a cigarette in one hand and a cup of coffee nearby. I am taking a nap. I miss you Mama, not a day goes by that I don't think about you and everything you are to me still. I hope you are proud of the woman I have become.
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