Oh sleepless nights, you will be the death of me.
Yesterday was a day of accomplishments. I finally got to clear my head and be able to see reality (most of it). The hives still remain, but less significant. I ATE. It feels like I ate a whole week's worth of food though. Unfortunately, my sleepless nights are gunna be here longer than I had hope. (Dear Sleepless Nights: Please stop when school starts; I need my rest). I must thank Pandora for coming up with the perfect playlist for the Blink 182 station. Puts me in the perfect mood in my darkest place. And I can't help, but to feel a lot of weight has been lifted off of me. Funny how much of an impact music gives you.
I realized that I've been convincing myself to see things the way I wanted to see them for too long. Does that make sense? Please let me elaborate. I fooled myself that everything was perfect and dandy. I kept on thinking, "This is how things are suppose to be. This is what you're gunna get and you're gunna like it." In reality, I should've said, "No, this is not how things are suppose to be. I do not like this and I could do better." But I didn't. Basically, I was blinded by the efforts I tried to make something work when it was not meant to be. At first, it was us against the world, but it soon became us against each other. I stopped blaming myself that I was at fault, because I applied myself whole-heartedly. All I did was want to give and shower love and emotion. I thought for the better. I wanted to bring out the best. I wanted to give happiness. I wanted to take advantage of what a beautiful life we are blessed with; I wanted to share my love for life. I thought as a whole - not for an individual. Even through the rough times, I still remained positive and tried even harder to apply all the above. I will admit that some times the way I show my emotions aren't exactly in the nicest way, but at least I responded. In the past, it was extremely hard for me to expose such emotions so publicly and freely, but I guess it came so naturally at that moment. This is not a bitterness moment; I am merely seeing things more clearly. I gained so much more insight from this experience, so how could I degrade it? My conclusion from yesterday was: If you're the person who wants to give, but the other party does not want any it, then there's not much to work with, sister. Haha. It just sucks not being wanted. Throughout my life, I've dealt with that problem so many times; it should seem like I would be used to it by now, but how can you ever accept that you are unwanted? Find another resource that wants you and isn't afraid to do so.
Right person, wrong time. Wrong person, right time. Whatever you wanna call it, I'm going to use that cliche line from "This Means War":
"Don't choose the better man, choose the man who makes you a better woman."
XOXO