This is an unedited blog about my thoughts, my life, and my experiences living it. I leave it unedited so I can actually watch myself grow. It forces me to acknowledge my mistakes and learn from them. Feel free to leave comments
7/10/25
Skitt: Color me Black Broken Blue
5/4/25
Skitt: update 5-4-25
6/9/22
skitt: passion after the flames poem
6/7/22
skitt: passion after the flames
4/19/20
skirt: sex work/ sex worker/ sex positive PSA
5/15/19
Skitt: Text stories with my boyfriend
Intro
My boyfriend and I have been writing a story via text message. I'll make a joke and he'll run with it. For example if He says I man I would like to surf today. I would say yeah dude the waves were trash today nothing like the gnarly rides of Saturday. That would start a story based on the premise we're both surfers. So far we've written 2 stories. I'm going to flush then out, add to them, and publish them here.
3/7/19
Skitt: What it feels like to love them today
I love them and it's killing me.
Which I'm sure if said before.
I didn't learn the first time.
So I came back for some more.
I love them and it's killing me.
So one would think I would quit.
That would be the smart thing to do.
Everyone advises me to end it.
I love them and it's killing me.
High blood pressure induced by stress.
Heart-stopping anxiety.
Nights wrought with nightmares and sleeplessness .
I love them and it's killing me.
My brain screaming let them go.
A heart that only beats for them.
Feet frozen with indecision in limbo.
I love them and it's killing me.
Because I won't breakup .
Because I can't walk away.
Because I don't know how to give up .
I love them and it's killing me.
A love a derived from my core.
A love that I can feel in my bones.
A love every fiber in my being bore.
I love them and it's killing me.
In a way only music understands.
And as poetic as Shakespeare.
The foundation upon which art stands.
I love them and it's killing me
So I guess I'll have to die.
Love with every drop of blood.
I won't waste my last breath on goodbyes.
Here Lies Love
2/12/19
Skitt: give credit where credit is due.
The last three actual post have questions from Latka. I have a few things I need to finish and plus I want to write I don't know if it'll get done. I might just keep answering questions from friends for content.
2/9/19
Skitt: What does love feel like?
For me love usually feels different for each person. But I'll talk about the many faces and shapes my great loves took. I would say that I have been in a relationship with 3 of the people I've ever felt "great love" for Kimmie, Amoriartii, and Vendetta, respectfully. I think other than all feeling relatively the same that these "great loves" are like love of a lifetime. It is a powerful, strong, and distinct feeling. My love for them came from ever fiber of my being. My love for them was so intense the emotion had a physical manifestation. I could feel it just as much as I could feel getting kicked in the shin.
Loving them felt like longing. I wanted to be with them as much as possible and I missed them when we were a part. Loving them felt like motivation. I was so efficient when I was with them. I got my homework done early so that I could be with them. I worked hard to be able to buy them nice things. I wanted to be my best for them. I would move mountains with no hesitation, they didn't even have to ask. It looked like constant consideration. I planned my schedule around time dedicated to them. I would see things that they might like and just buy them. It felt exciting. I was always giddy to see them. It felt happy. It felt like having butterflies in your stomach. I was always so nervous around them. I didn't want to mess up. I wanted the kiss to be just right. I wanted to keep the right place when we were walking. I didn't want to hold thier hand too tight. It felt right. I never had any doubt that we weren't meant to be. When I was with them it felt like that was exactly where I was suppose to be in that moment. I knew that each of them were right for me despite how they ended. If I could choose not do be with them to avoid the heart ache after, I would still choose to be with them. It felt inspiring. How could I be better every day. How can I show them I love them. It felt sexy. To be wanted and to lust for them was addicting. It felt passionate. Fire running through my body wouldn't have made my blood as hot as it was for them. It felt like admiration. Most of the time I could just look at them and say " Wow! What an amazing human." I respected each of them so much. It looked like making them 1 of my top priorities. Keeping them in mind always influenced my decisions. It felt like distress. Watching the person you love struggle or be in pain is harder than experiencing it yourself. All I wanted to do was make it better and I was often powerless to do so. It felt like understanding. For the most part, I feel like they all understood me and where I was at their approximate time in my life. Love can feel like a warm peaceful filling feeling would just come over me.
There was one love, I won't call it's a "great love" but it sticks out in my head. It was different from the ones above. My love for Godric was calm and steady. My love for him felt safe. My love for him felt comfortable. It felt easy. The love I had for him put me at ease. My love for him felt peaceful. It wasn't a feeling that overcame me. Sometimes love feels like the emotion it's taking over you in a rather forceful way. This wasn't like that. The love wasn't imposing. It didn't take over my life. The love was passive. The love felt inviting and nice.
It hard to describe what it feels like to think about the same person for a period of time everyday you wake up, through the day, and right before you go to sleep. For me it's almost always sudden, like being hit by a giant wave. Then the feeling just grows and gets stronger everyday. Love songs start making sense. When you're in love you understand poetry and art about love. You want the best for them, more than you want the best for yourself. You would do anything to keep them from harm. To know you would sacrifice everything for them. Their love for you is your most precious possession. You would die for them, but more importantly you would live for them. Love can be a person's whole reason for living. I kept a text on my phone that said "I love you", just in case I got into a life threatening situation and was dying. I wanted them to know my last thought in this world would have been about them and I would want my last words to be telling them I loved them. I kept a letter detailing my love for them in my stuff at home just in case I died and couldn't tell them beforehand. Love is more addictive than any drug I've tried. Love can be the motivation behind the strongest frustrations. To love some and let them know is one of the bravest acts a person can do. Loving someone is to be vulnerable. Loving someone is to trust. Love caused the worst pain I've ever felt but it was worth it.
12/25/18
Skitt: Christmas songs by dog
On the twelfth day of Christmas
My human gave to me
12 balls bouncing
Eleven squirrels scurrying
Ten mailmen running
Nine toys squeaking
Eight shoes for chewing
Seven trees for peeing
Six belly rubs
Five howlings bow wooooooo
Four doggy treats
Three hydrants
Two ear scritches
And a small peanut butter bacon tree
Jingle Bell Rock
Wagging tails, wagging tails, wagging tails, rock
Happy dogs sing and happy dogs spring
Jumping and thumping and having lots of fun
Now Christmas time begun
Wagging tails, wagging tails, wagging tails, rock
Good dogo go woof and good dogo is puffo
Playing and laying with family that cares
Almost everywhere where
What a bright time, it's the right time
To play the day away
Happy tail time is a gale time
To go out playing in the snow all day
Get up family, come pet me
Let's play around the clock
Mix and a-mingle in to the Christmas beat
That's what makes this time of year rock
Jingle bells
Nice puppy, Nice puppy
Good dogo good boy,
Oh what fun it is to fetch
And chew my favorite toy
Nice puppy, Nice puppy
Good dogo good boy,
Oh what fun it is to fetch
And chew my favorite toy
Running through the snow
I love to play all day
Give my ball a throw
I'll Chase it all the way
Howls, woofs, and barks
To show my delight
Can we go to the park
My human is happiness on sight
All I want for Christmas is you
I-I-I don't understand Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I won't tear up the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
my love is true
All I want for Christmas is you, yeah
what is this Christmas?
Is all this stuff for me
I'm going to go smell everything
Can I pee on the Christmas tree
I can't reach your stocks on the string
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
I'm going to bark at the reindeer on his sleigh
[Chorus]
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
my love is true
All I want for Christmas is you
my favorite human
[Verse 2]
Oh, I won't destroy much this Christmas
I will eat the yellow snow (And I)
I'm just going to keep on waiting
for you to take off this bow
I will sit under the table
very quiet at dinner
waiting to steal some turkey(and then)
I ran as fast as I'm able
[Chorus]
'Cause it all smells so delicious (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
you know I'm very ambitious (Oh, oh, oh)
I do what dogs do
Oh baby, all I want for Christmas is you
my human
Santa baby
human sweety, could you maybe just accidentally slip and drop the turkey
For me
Been an awful good pup
human sweety, please let me in the bed tonight
human lovely, I'd like a couple of marbled steaks
medium rare
I'll wait you prepare
human lovely, please rub my belly right
[Chorus]
you know how good I've been
I didn't even bite the mailman
Next year I could be just as good
and I won't even bite your friend
[Outro]
human honey, oh I forgot to mention something
please sing
I really love your voice
human honey, hurry home to me tonight
Hurry home to me tonight
Hurry.
9/28/18
Skitt: I wanted to feel happier
I wear my heart on my sleeves.
I bleed out in the open,
for all to see.
I will not hide my pain.
I will not be silenced.
I will scream on the top of my lungs when it hurts.
I will cry publicly,
no matter how ugly it looks.
I will not calm down when I'm angry.
I will laugh when it's funny.
I'm allowed to have feelings.
I'm human and I have feelings.
I will not hide.
Expressing emotion is nothing to be ashamed of.
I can express my feelings,
and it will not be chalked up to a stereotype.
I have a plethora of feelings.
My emotions will not detract from my quality of work.
My emotions will not detract from my reputation.
My gender will not determine
whether I'm passionate,
or overreacting.
I'm not an open book.
I've got much more than skeletons
buried places far more secret than the closet.
Laundry so I dirty
Clorox bleach can't even get it clean.
Blood stains all over the place.
Need more than holy water
to get rid me of all the sins I've wrought.
The path I've traveled is not the easiest.
In my wake I've left it littered with
broken hearts
dead bodies
burnt bridges
smouldering brimstone.
I was too lazy for the stairway to heaven.
Plus,
I wanted to drive the 1960's classic Mustang on the Highway to Hell.
8/14/18
Skitt: I'd Go Back To You by Selena Gomez
I feel this song. Big Mood!
Anyway I took the lyrics and made it a conversation I'd have with Amoriartii.
Take this love like Tequila
Neither of us meant to have that much
Too much makes me think things I shouldn't
About things I don't want to know to be true
And everything we've done
No matter how we fight it brings us back to this moment
I can lie to everyone but you
But you don't want to know the truth
You break my heart into pieces
But when it heals, it only wants you
And I hate it, I wish I could hate you
I want be with you even when I'm not supposed to
I try to move on, to love someone new
You're stuck in my soul despite me trying to exorcise you
If I could take it all back
I know I'd still be with you
I know I'd still be with you
I know I'd still be with you
We didn't really do this whole thing right
Going over conversations again and again
Overthinking every word replaying your face.
'Cause that's what I do.
Why do we try to hide it?
Everybody knows, they can see it in the way you look at me
And I'll never say I regret a word
But never doubt my love you
You break my heart into pieces
But when it heals, it only wants you
And I hate it, I wish I could hate you
I want be with you even when I'm not supposed to
I try to move on, to love someone new
You're stuck in my soul despite me trying to exorcise you
If I could take it all back
I know I'd still be with you
I know I'd still be with you
I didn't want to do it in the first place
But if I could take it all back
I know I'd still be with you
You've broken my heart
Too many times to count
But when it heals, it only cries out for you
I know it's scary and I know you
You’ll run so far so fast
But if you can just stay put
Fight the fear just for a second
You know I'm the love of your life too
I want be with you even when I'm not supposed to
I try to move on, to love someone new
You're stuck in my soul despite me trying to exorcise you
If I could take it all back
I know I'd still be with you
I know I'd still be with you
I know I'd still be with you
6/13/18
Skitt: South side with you
I'm extremely late I know. I feel obligated to go see new media that is culturally important for the African American community. This was one of those things. For some reason or another I'm just now getting to it. Here are my thoughts.
I adore seeing POC love. Whether it is the same ethnicities or different POC ethnicities I love seeing it. There is something genuinely important about the following groups: Latinx Love and families. Now so many are being torn apart by immigration; indigenous love, family, and community. As their children have constantly been taken away from them. Rights to their land have historically and presently continue to be violated. Their population numbers are dwindling due to numerous factors; Middle eastern love, as they are constantly labled terrorist and the subjects of hate; Muslim love (I know this is a religion and not an ethnicity) that is forfilling to anyone engaging in it. Whether its a women who wants to be submissive to her husband or love that respects the women, her autonomy, and let's her live her life according to how she define her gender roles/expectations. People who want to engage in poly marriages. Queer Muslims love.; Black love and families. A nation that has systemically torn Black family aparts from its beginings. Amercia says/trys to make black men dead beat dads, jobless, criminals, uneducated, unskilled, unable to have emotionally healthy relationships, and violent. America says/trys to make Black women are angry, spiteful, want too much, uneducated, sex objects, and only able to have babies but can't raise them.
I love black celebrity couples. When I see them I hope they stay in love with eachother forever. That once they get married, I hope they stay married, and love being married to their spouse. It is so hard to find two parent Black households that have stayed married. I don't care if their are kids from a past relationship. I don't care of one of them remarried after death of a previous spouse. If possible, if the love is there, if its not toxic or unhealthy, I hope they stay married.
Too many black families break apart because of divorce. The ex-wife makes it impossible for the dad to be in his kids' life. The ex-husband up and leaves without reason. New partners add drama. Child support adds drama. Its difficult. If they do get divorced I hope the following happenes: they don't tell their feelings or opions about their ex and their ex's new life, including people in it, to the children involed; the parents should support their offspring equitably. Who ever makes more should spend more. Who ever has more time should give the time; Don't use the offspring as bait, pawns, or ransome; all parties involed, new spouses and long term partners included, must have conversations about the offspring as to be on the same page about the offsprings' health, education, social life, the method used to parent them, ect; Don't limit a parent's involedment in their offsprings' life unless its unheathly or dangerous; work out a schedule for holidays but be flexible if things come up; everyone who loves the child/children should be able to be preseant at events for the child/children and there will not be any fighting. At the end of the day parents should be able to do that for their prodigies wellbeing.
Prison is another major factor in breaking up black families. Black men trying to support their families by any means necessary, in debt, or just have a bad encounter with the law end up in prison. Then when they get out are unable to get a job. This leads to a life of crime and usually more prison until a black person ends up in there for life.
Over crowded, underfunded, and terrible quality of education schools are another reason. Black people have either the highest or second highest Illiteracy rates. I don't know a skill on the planet you can master with out reading. Even painting you need to be able to read the name of the supplies you need. In sports you need to be able to read and understand your contract. I understand higher education is not going to be the path for I would say half of the black community its exspensive, highly competitive, and racist. Trade jobs, millitary, sevice core, government jobs, the travel industry, construction, ect are all viable alternative options that not many black people know about. How can we do better if we don't know better.
Out of the 14% of 308.7 million Americans (in 2010) identify as black or mixed with black, I'm going to foucus on Black people with at least a bachelor's degree with a fulltime job. Out of the 43.218 million Black Americans only 18.7% have at least a bachelor's degree (in 2011). That's a little more than 8 million. That's a 5th of the black population ( technically its bewteen a 5th and a 6th of the population but its much closer to 5th). I wish I could tell you out of those 8 million have jobs and are living above the poverty line but I can't. I do have general info on poverty in 2010. 25.7% of Black and mixed black people lived below the poverty line. 7.4% of all American who had finished at least one year of college lived below the poverty line. 4.3% of all Americans who worked full time lived below the poverty line. According to 2010 data about 44 thousand black americans and mixed black Americans with at least a bacholars degree where employed fulltime. Just because they are employed full time doesn't mean that they are living above the poverty line. That's less than 1% off the of the 8 millions with at least a bacholar's degree. 44 thousand is 1/2% of the 8 million. That's 1/10% of the black american and mixed black american population and 1/64% of the total American population in 2010.
Okay so 44 thousands people in 2010. Lets pretend that its and equal amount of males and females and that they are all straight. If we were begining realistic there is lots of data showing there are way more black women with degrees and fulltime jobs than black men. I can't find trusted sources on how many of the 44 thousand are queer, through in 2012 3.5% openly identified as Queer, but I digress. If you're in the city or suburb around a major city your odds are probably better a finding another black person that is more or less your equal if that's what you're looking for. If you are a black person with at least a bachelor's degree in full-time job and you're looking for another black person we could least bachelor's degree and a full-time job the odds are definitely against you meeting someone randomly. Many black professionals turn to professional conference fouced on black people, like National Society of black Engineers annual conference. Another option is the historically black fraternities and sororities. If a black person joined one in college, and then joined thier local chapter after they moved, they have a better chance of meeting someone. The Divine Nine local chapters do a number of events together. They also invite each other to their own events. Finally there are groups dedicated to hobbies or interests specifically for black people. The is the black ski summit, all black golfing groups, and many more. Many black professionals join groups that align with their intrest in order to meet people. But its still difficult.
I've noticed amoung my black female friends we have a different mindset about finding a spouse. I know many black women in their 20's who are engineers, lawyers, doctors, or have a different extremely profitable jobs. Often along with these jobs comes a high demand on our time. Many of my friends want to have families but feel like they would neglect their children because of their work. Instead they do not seek out other workaholics, or people with time demanding jobs. They look for teachers, accountants, people with nine to five that never or hardly ever work late. They look for guys who can work from home, or have a job with consistent hours that allow them to spend more time at home. They look for writers and artist. A lot of my black female friends who have the high paying jobs don't mind and would actually prefer a guy to stay at home with the family. They would love to have a husband that stayed at home with the kids until the youngest was 10. That way they wouldn't feel guilty about not being as much. They know that thier children have a loving, attentive, and nurturing parent at home. If I was to have kids someone would have to be there for them, more often than not that wouldn't be me.
So what does all this have to do with Southside with You. Well the movie is about black love. What made me appreciate this movie is specifically that. It is so rare and often very difficult to find black love. To have a movie about a love story about two successful black people is a big deal. Often young black people don't get to see black love in their house, their community, or in their town / city. Media is all we have and we don't get a lot of it. So yes movies about black power couples in love are important. Gives people hope
5/15/18
Skitt: Here comes the past
Since the end of my relationship with Vendetta I've been avoiding music. She played several instruments, and music was a big part of our relationship. So I stopped listening to it. Music is how I cope and heal through. Its just generally a huge part of my life. Without it my life feels empty. I try to avoid the painful triggers that remind me of her and heal at the same time. I turned on a song "What Hurts the Most" Cascada's version. I was really vibing with the song becuase it so obviously fit what I was feeling. I kept listening to it on repeat then it hit me. This is the song I used to get over one of my grade school friend's suicide. We became friends in kindergarten. We loved being togther becuase my first name was her middle name. My middle name was was her first name. We where Daisies togther. Then she moved away, but she was coming back when we were in 5th grade. We promised to pick up where we left off when she came back. She came back different but we quickly got close quickly. She killed herself and family maybe a year after being back. I didn't try to stop her. I knew what she was going to do. I begged her not to leave me alone. She was in so much pain. I was not suprised when the told me. I was so mad that she left me. The song helped through. Now I feel all the hurt of losing her and Vendetta. Its too much. Trying not to get dragged down by V, I forgot about all the other musical traps. I miss them both. What hurts the most is being so close to my dasiy and being unable to save her. What hurst the most is being so close to having long term love with V and losing it all in the blink of an eye.
6/7/17
Skitt: Now Now Now
How do you know when you've come to the end of your rope? I really don't want to push you. I know you're not ready but I am. I really don't want to wait any longer. I've been there for it all. We've been through so much together, why are you still scared? I've got all this love that's just going to waste. I know you feel the same way about me, what's holding you back? For two people who share a brain how are we never on the same page. You're always lagging behind or maybe I'm just moving too fast. Everyone one has there's walls and their security measures, but haven't I proven myself time and time again? I don't want to waste any more time. If your not ready I'm going to call it night. I always want you. I probably always will. But this is it. Do you want me? Can you act like it? I'm out here. I'm open. I'm ready. Are you? Let me know. I will always be there for you but you have to decide. Love me now or set me free.
2/19/17
Skit: do it all in the name of love
As you may have guessed me and Amoriartii's story isn't over. It's not perfect but its not over and that's the most important part to me. We are on a pause where we aren't trying or activitly work on falling more in love with each other. We are going to keep in touch and be the closest of friends we can be having this romantic history. I will actually get to spend more time with them because they are doing 50 bills 50 states, which is a push to end conversion therapy in all 50 states. So they will be all over the us and flying through my airports a lot so they will take long layovers and we will get lunch or dinner before they go home. I am really excited for all of that. I will get to come visit in the summer and we will move from there. But why would I do this it just seems like I'm dragging out inevitable pain. Well one I like to avoid pain at all cost, even if that cost is at my detriment eventually. Two because if you haven't gathered this already I'm madly in love with them. I do it all for love. Its crazy I know to take an indeterminate time off but it's what we both need right now. They are proposing to Felix in May and need time to just foucus on that. I need to foucus on Cyborg because we are in a really fragile place. If I want to make this relationship work with him I have to give it the attention it deserves. So I'm trying. I can't say I'm still not hurting because I want more but I know I can't have that right now. Love is supposedly patient so I will wait for as long as I can because I really want this. I love Amoriartii. I'll do almost anything in the name of love.
2/11/17
Skitt: winter really isn't my season
2/10 Cyborg broke up with me yesterday ( about 2 hours ago). Again I thought it would hurt more than it does. I guess when you just continuously compounding pain you get to a point where more doesn't hurt more. I guess I'm too busy mourning one relationship to mourn another. I guess I have seen this coming and it was always a matter of when. I think I'm too numb to care. I cried for all of five minutes then went on alerting my friends, changing my relationship status on Facebook, and making plans on when to come get my stuff. I knew exactly what song to listen to as to numb me even more. We are very different but I think I preferd it that way. I tried being with someone so similar to me and that nearly ended me. I'm already so broken this love can't break me.
Update 2/13:
We are back together.
2/26: We are officially over. I knew Monday it wasn't going to work and he knew Tuesday we were on borrowed time. I have given him every reason to walk away and it's like he's almost hoping for a miracle so that he could stay. I say almost because he knows that even if he stayed we would never work long term. I have asked God for Amoriartii a million times and I have always been answered. I would feel wrong leaving a huge part of my life for something I know won't work. It just doesn't make sense, yet I'm tried to stay. I looked for one good reason to stay. I ask for what I would need and Cyborg just simply said he can't give me what I would need to stay. I have prayed for answer I already knew, hoping it wasn't true. He's a good one and I didn't want to let him go. But both of us have a million reasons to leave and we can't find even one reason to stay.
12/14/16
Skitt: It started in my gut, on going healing
It started in my stomach. A gut wrenching pain. As I read the email I began to feel it. I kept replaying the words in my head long after I deleted the message. The words just stayed on repeat in my head. This went on for a few days. As I kept thinking about it the pain moved to my head. Over thinking and crying gave me splitting headaches that nothing could seem to ease. I couldn't eat, all I could do was work and sleep. Those two things kept me numb. I started abusing ibuprofen. Anything to make me numb on the inside I would've tried. I couldn't drink, my body just couldn't stomach it without any food. I couldn't do other drugs because they would mess with my anti depressant and only make things worse. This went on for a few weeks. I started to pass out from not eating and in the hospital for my liver because of the pain meds. Though I was hurting and slowly falling apart nothing seemed real. I felt as if this would all soon be over and I would have gone through all of this for nothing. Amoriartii would take me back and everything would be fine. I can't wrap my head around being discarded the way I was. I have been there for everything through everything. How could I be so replaceable? The fact that I just can't remove them from my life means their presence still lingers and won't let me heal the way I need to. Like stab wounds in my back it just festers. The pain moved into my bones causing my body to ache. Like when the bitter cold sets in for the winter and you can never seem to be warm enough. It plays the vertebrae of my spine like a torturous piano. My back feels like it's trying to close wounds, willing them to forcefully heal. The tension it carries around feels like 50 pounds on my back. Still I can't take the steps to move on yet. I need closure and am at lost of where to find it. It's true I've been hurting for some reason or another the whole time we were together. It felt like we were never together and I was actually always alone for the 3 years. They were never really with me. But even knowing all that I hurt. I will never get the time back and I can't go back and undo what's been done. After all this the pain moved to my chest not quite my heart but my lungs. With every breath I struggled against a rib cage crushing pain. This pain that came up everytime I herd or saw their name. It subsided for about a month as I had work to do and did not have the time to think about them but it came back with a vengeance with the slight mention of them. I find myself reeling like it just happened yesterday. The wounds are fresh as ever. The pain intensifies as the day grows ever closer that I will have to face them in person. I am no where near ready and the thought brings me great anxiety. What will I say? What will they say? Will we pretend like nothing has happened? Or will we talk? The not knowing is almost as bad as the hurt itself. All my friends are like a dodged bullet and that we we're never right for each other. If we where never right I'd rather be wrong. I feel like I just lost one of the great loves of my life and with feelings that strong how could they be wrong? I keep listening to the same songs on repeat that resonate with my pain. It is like my pain in an auditory form that is pleasant to the ear. With every breath that I fight to take I sing these songs sobbing in the shower. I scream a lot because cathartic and releases a lot of what's pent up. I wish I could bring my self to say their name and not break down. But between the screams and the tears I'll be here calling their name out in the darkness until they come back to me. I once thought that I had nothing associated with them but my conference are empty and emotionally unfulfilling with out them as I found it this year at Creating Change. I'm not crashing the way I normally do because Amoriartii wasn't there. Part of me is happy that they weren't there because I had other emotional things to deal with. But my emotional needs weren't met. I don't think I will ever feel the same about conferences as I have in the pass because my feelings are so tied to them. I will never be able to look at them the same way and I guess that's what I want and need. Right now I look at them with so much romantic love but I need to move to a place where my feelings for them are platonic. This will effect how much I get emotionally out of conferences. I get that people change and stay the same at the same time but I wasn't ready for how Amoriartii's change would heavily directly impact my life. All I can do is try to breath through it but it feels like there are a ton of bricks on my chest. So each breath os a fight. A struggle to resist breakdown.
12/3/16
Skitt: don't catch me
When you fall I'll be there to catch you she says endearingly. Everyone deserve someone to catch them when they fall. Don't catch me. If a time comes and I am going to fall apart, let me fall. Let my hit rock bottom, booldy and beaten from the fall. Bones broken from the landing. Let me fall so I feel the pain, so I have will the wounds. I will need to learn from the constant anguish. I will have the earned the physical reminders that scar my body. I will need to be a survivor, a fighter. Help piece me back together, teach me to walk again but do not catch me or I'll never learn how to get up.
11/4/16
Skitt: the continental-ish series
As a Chicagian I feel like I should congratulate my city on winning the World Series. ( even though it's really not a World Series it's competition between mostly American teams and one Canadian team) Basically a national series. The Chicago Cubs won after not wining since 1908. I am a proud Chicagian, just a little bit cynical because the World Series has messed up my work commute for the pass two weeks. I'm so happy that it's over. Go Chicago!