Sunday, November 27, 2011

I can't.

I can't pretend anymore.

I don't know if what I feel about life is a phase or not, but I do know that I have lost all motivation or appreciation.

I'm tired of not living my life. Like in my last post. I haven't read a book for pleasure in over a year. I haven't picked up my favorite guitar let alone cleaned it in months. I haven't learned a new song in a longer time than that. I have zero passion for anything except TJ right now. And that's saying a lot. Not to say he isn't worth my passion, because he definitely is.

I used to write fan fiction. Hell I used to live fan fiction. I'd follow stories and if my favorites weren't updated I'd find a new one and read for hours. Get ideas for my own stories and let it go. And let's not mention my non-fan fiction stuff. Haven't written that in awhile either. The last poem or song I wrote? At least three months ago. Or rather, that was the last time I didn't write one for school. I can't remember the last time I did something not for school.

I'm so worn out most of the time I can't make myself do things for me. I have time for dance, babysitting, homework, and school-related activities. I have time for my favorite TV shows (thank the fucking Lord), I have time for Sims, but I not only don't have time for anything else but I also have no energy or willpower to do it. I have intense writer's block. I can't get into my favorite books or series. I hardly log onto a computer (thought that's in part because of my iPod).

I want to leave IB so so so badly. I'd still get into college. I'd still get the life I want. And if I left I'd be happier. More care free. I'd have time to clean and do housework and be with my family. And I'd be able to do everything else I like doing. I'm terrified that if I wait too much longer I'll want to do more than just leave IB.

Like I said depression runs in my family. Maybe I wait it out and see. Then check with my mom. Right now all that's keeping me alive, or at least from planning out my demise, is TJ, Hannah, Patrick [Stump and his music], and my future family. Without any of that I'm done for.

Love,
Caitlyn

1 comment:

  1. I am so fucking glad that I'm not the only one that feels this way (whats weird is that Ive been waiting to be mentioned in one of these,made my heart swell (even though its just a small thing) it definitely made my night a lot better at almost 2am (you know why I'm not sleeping already) it had gotten my mind off of everything and got me thinking about Patricks concert and how amazing it was.Thank you.Hope you sleep well Cait,you deserve that if anything

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