Adjusting

So it’s been about two, three months now? Since I moved out of dads. And I think I have finally adjusted to my new surroundings. The street I currently live on, feels like it’s come out of some Hollywood picture perfect sort of film. Like the Truman Show or something. I have always lived in a nice upper middle class neighbourhood (if that makes sense) but I have never seen a community so close and friendly with each other.

As I helped my friends dad (better father figure than my real father hands down) with the weeding, I began to mull over the current situation and my surroundings in my head. As we pulled the weeds out, we discussed the origins of mead in medieval times, and other various aspects of medieval times. Such as architecture, gender roles, beer brewing etc. And as this was going on, the neighbours children were outside playing, and upon seeing us pulling the weeks walked over and started to help us. I felt perplexed. Here we were having a typical Saturday doing your average family sort of thing. The kids were telling us stories, and the boy was talking to me about soccer.

I looked around at the perfectly mowed lawns and trimmed hedges. The shiny polished cars, and other happy kids playing in their yards amongst themselves and the parents getting involved. I couldn’t help but wonder what growing up in this environment (from day one) would of been like. It wasn’t long before the kids father came over and said hi, then took his son back to their yard and started playing soccer with him. As I mentioned earlier on, the boy (was about eight) was talking to me about soccer. He was very proud because he made it into some special soccer league, and was within the top five for his age group at school. Every afternoon after school, I hear him and his dad playing soccer together. I watched them kick the ball together, and listened to his father giving him tips on how to be the best. I thought back to when I was around his age, and how much I liked soccer. Then I remember all those weekends I spent kicking the ball against the wall by myself, because father didn’t want or have time, and mum was busy doing the house work after a full week at work. I remember being out there all day on the weekends, because I was trying to get better for try outs for the team. I never made it into the team of course.

The thing that really gets to me, is my friends parents are trying so hard to get me involved, to make me feel like I belong. But whenever I feel like I do or they try and have a parental sort of conversation with me, I just feel completely out of place, like I don’t belong here. Take tomorrow (well actually today) for instance. It’s Easter. And they are going to a friends for dinner and we are all expected to attend. I feel weird about going. What are there friends going to say about me? What are they going to ask me? How are they going to explain my presence there? They also want to take me to dads tomorrow to say hi. I don’t want to go. And they are in the process of organising my enrolment back into high school. I appreciate all the effort and it does make me feel good, but some how it just reminds how this isn’t truly my place. My family. Maybe it is a little too late.

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Miss you.

It’s 2am, and I can’t think clearly. The memories of you are just running through my mind. I think back to the time when you were around, and while everything was far from perfect… At least I had you. I think of you everyday, but not properly. I remember things, I remember you. But it’s like I block out all the feelings that come along with those memories. Why? Because you were my everything. Because despite everything else, all that matter was when I held you in my arms. The world could be falling apart around me, and as long as I had you; I knew I’d be okay. Because with all that love, all that happiness you brought me, I now have emptiness. It’s something so hard to describe. And tonight, it’s all coming through. All this time blocking out how I feel. And I can’t breathe. My chest feels tight. I try to take a deep breath but I physically can’t. And my heart, it hurts. It feels like something has wrapped its hands around it, and is squeezing as hard as it can. As I lay here in bed, I wonder… Do you think of me? Do you remember? Like I remember? Because when I think about you with someone else, I can’t comprehend it. I try to tell myself you are happy, and that’s what matters. All I want is what’s best for you, but it hurts so much knowing you aren’t with me. It’s my fault I know, and that’s what makes it worse.

The pillow you use to lay your head on, I still keep in my bed. Every night when I go to sleep, I place it next to me. But since it’s been so long, your scent from your pillow is gone. Just another fading memory, I’m so desperately trying to hold onto. Where are you? I hope you are well. Me? I’m not doing so great. I need you so badly, and right now I’m so alone. But I guess that’s my fault too. No one else is worth my time now you’re gone. I have nothing to say to anyone unless it’s about you. And even when I talk about you what’s the point? It can’t be fixed, and I still don’t know anyone who truly understands how I feel. My bed is empty, I’m struggling to carry on. I keep staring at the photos but they just remind me you are gone. And it’s so hard tonight, I can’t keep it all in. I don’t know where to turn, I don’t know who to talk to. I just wish you were here, I hope you know I will always love you.

2am thoughts

As I mentioned in a previous post, I moved out of my dads. It’s been quite strange at times, not having to worry about him bothering me. I’m slowly adjusting to “normal” life. Today my friends parents took me shopping. For clothes and furniture for my room. And as I looked out and saw other families, I noticed little differences. People smiling at us, the occasional chat with complete strangers in the lift. Then I sort of took a step back, and realised what we must look like to the rest of the world. The comparison between going shopping with them, and if I was with my father.

Not only is my father a lazy prick, he doesn’t smile or talk with strangers. He isn’t overly polite. He’s just arrogant and selfish, thinks he’s better than the rest. When my father and I go shopping it’s forced, he rather pay someone money to take me shopping for the things I need. And when he can’t find someone to do it and has to come with me it’s so awkward. I think people can see that. I use to walk around with him and see all those people that were in the shopping centre with their parents and think “I wonder what that’s like.” And you know what? Today I found out.

To the rest of the world we are just another happy family spending our weekend shopping. I couldn’t help but look around and smile like an idiot. In my brief moment of happiness, it crept up on me. This really isn’t my family (as much as I’d like them to be, these are the people who were friends with my mum). Do I just look like some kid they felt sorry for and decided to bring along to the shops? And then I started to analyse everything. This environment, so happy and relaxed… I felt uneasy in it. Part of me feels like I don’t belong, maybe because I’m so use to putting up with my father.

What seems to bother me the most, is instead of enjoying my new found freedom and acceptance, I’m questioning it. I’m feeling uncomfortable by it. I wonder why this is the case?

Life can suck sometimes

Okay so I don’t write on here much, I’d ideally want to write more but I usually forget what I want to write. It seems like only the things that are bothering me make it on here. Well we all have different ways of dealing with what is bothering us, for me it’s blogging about it. I am not sure how or why but it makes me feel a little bit better. Which leaves me at tonight. Lately everything has been kind of shit, but tonight there is only one thing that is bothering me, my father.

So here I sit in my room, wondering if I am the only one this shit happens to. I was really hungry so I decided to go make dinner. But my father got angry at me because I wanted to go into the kitchen and make food. He insisted I had to wait til his show was done because he didn’t want me touching anything. I hadn’t eaten anything in almost two days so I wasn’t waiting. Long story short my dad started yelling at me calling me names and saying I was as pathetic as my mother. The situation escalated from words to violence. I got the shit beaten out of me.

Now it doesn’t get me down as much as you’d think it would. It just makes it hard to stay focussed or motivated when it comes to every day things. I’m starting to fail at school, I don’t want to see my friends or anyone else anymore. I just want to sit in my room all day alone. I am at that point where I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t want to end up like one of those unemployed drop kick losers that has no friends or anyone that loves them.

wtf

It’s been a while, and as much as a lot has changed, a lot has actually stayed the same. But all I know is I can’t sleep, I don’t want to talk to anyone. I have no energy. I have stop talking to my friends, and I have stopped going to school (I haven’t dropped out, just haven’t been there for a while). What is wrong with me? I know I shouldn’t be doing this but I can’t stop myself. Am I going insane?

Rant

There’s that one moment, where you realise whether everything you have been working so hard for is either going to work or fail. I’m sure hoping this isn’t one of those moments. Now I don’t know if this is because of my current state of mind, lack of focus over the past few weeks, being over tired, being a negative nancy or the truth, but I think it’s all starting to unravel and fail. And the worse part is… I know I’m better than this. At least I think so. I don’t know anymore. But lately I can’t seem to get the strength or motivation to do anything (if my life depended on me completing my goal I have set out to do, I would go out and do all the things I want to do before I die). I don’t want to fail. I don’t want to mess this up. But I think I am. I don’t know what to do anymore. Do I press on, and fight my way through this? Or do I just fall down and fail, like I am starting to think I will. And i know everyone is waiting for my inevitable failure. I can picture where and what I want to be in the future so clearly. I was so sure I could do this, but right now it seems like someone else’s dream. It seems so murky, so far away. So foreign. I can see what I want, but the more I try and concentrate on the picture, and try and give a face to the people I see, the blurry it gets.

Carol.

Today was great, actually today was an amazing day (until later tonight but I will get to that part later). Today was the first time in a while that I saw Carol. I was feeling pretty confident, that I was over the whole situation we have. I was proven wrong. The second I arrived, and she saw me take my seat, she stood up and ran over to hug me and greet me (she gives amazing hugs…). She made class interesting. I took my usual seat with the boys (I sit in the back corner and I like to have at least a desk to one side empty so I can throw my bag and books everywhere) and she left her seat with the girls and came down to sit next to me. She was chatty asking me about the holidays, and telling me that hers weren’t really that fun. I briefly told her about mine and got stuck into my work. I took my jumper off because it was hot, and she kept staring at me. I didn’t know what to do so I kept doing my work. She kept starting at me and then buried her head into my neck sniffing my shirt. Still didn’t know what to do, so I continued to write. She asked me to help her with her work, so I did. Honestly though, my mind is never right on a Friday. I’m constantly in weekend mode. She kept asking me about her appearance and if she looked okay, and I sheepishly replied she looked great. She informed me  that her boyfriend said hi, and at the moment she was getting sick of him. Which I wasn’t sure what to reply to. See this is  why I am so confused with her, because the signals she sends me throughout the rest of the class were very confusing. She kept touching my arm, my back, my side or playing with my hair. She spent half the lesson with her head on my shoulder or her face buried in my neck, sniffing my shirt. Which I must admit, was nice. And if that wasn’t enough, she kept resting her legs on my lap. At one point, I was writing in my book and she was stoking all up and down my arm, just staring at it. So I looked at her and she realised I was looking, and she kind of shook her head, stopped and laughed. She showed me her new shirt she bought (low cut, practically see through, tits coming out of her shirt) and with all the touching and boobs in my face, I couldn’t help but stare. She is so hot!!! And she has such pretty eyes, such an amazing body! I would kill to have her pressed against me.

Other guys in class are always hitting on her, and while she was talking to me some other guy came up to her and started talking to her. Which was fine for me, because for some reason all ability I have to be smooth, or the ability to speak in well structured sentences seem to go out the window when I’m with her. I must come across as the biggest dork when we speak. I couldn’t help but notice though, while she was talking to the other guy she asked him to help her with a question. To which he responded “It’s easy do it yourself, I can’t help you in a exam.” Which I guess is fair, but the tone he used and the look he gave her was unpleasent. She was not impressed by this comment, replying with a “thanks for making me feel like shit.” But that wasn’t the only thing he said to her, I mean he was being a real asshole to her, flirting with her at the same time. And she was eating it up. See usually that would be me, being an asshole (to a certain extent) and having a girl think I’m amazing. But I can’t do that with her. It’s so frustrating. It’s like I loose my ability to talk to girls successfully when we converse. Dare I say I like her? I know this is stupid and I keep going on about her, but maybe she might like me? I’m not sure anymore, I’m not even sure how I feel about her. Frustrated.

She came for a walk with me to get a slurpee on our twenty minute break, which was cool. While we were walking back she saw a friend and went over to say hi, then came back and said “I could never abandon you, you’re my friend.” COOL! See there it is, she sees me as her friend. Maybe I’m over thinking this. I don’t know. I’m not using to acting like this, because of a girl. Fuck I think I do like her…

I need sleep. Right now.