I ask myself….

How have you been? How are you feeling right now?

these are questions I found myself asking a lot during the day. And whenever I did, I always seemed to find something in the darkest corner of my mind that I didn’t pay attention to before that point.

I’m okay. Sometimes I’m not sure how to answer that. most of the times my brain is full and spinning and I can’t seem to form cohesive thoughts. sometimes i can’t seem to pin point what it is that I’m afraid of. I can’t find the reason for my sadness. my head and heart is heavy most of the times. just one big giant ball of cluster fuck. That fear of vulnerability terrifies me. That feeling of getting excited for something or someone and being let down plagues my mind, all of the time. I won’t let myself fully feel. Because I am afraid. I am afraid of being let down and disappointed. I’m afraid of the heavy thoughts and the days when everything is just heavy and cloudy. There were many lonely nights of drinking to feel numb, drinking to black out. Many of nights of making bad decisions to feel numb. There were many days of pure panic leading up to panic attacks that left me feeling exhausted, empty and non human. There were days when I dissociated so badly that it scared the people around me, that left me terrified and exhausted. which led me to isolate. It’s been hard.

It’s been three months. In the last three months, I started college, moved away from home; was able to somehow make it this far on my own. Not that i needed anyone, I think I’m a very independent person, ever since I was little. It feels refreshing, It’s been extremely hard, but here I am. In the last 3 months, I fell in love, got my heart broken, twice. Just to meet someone, and fall in love again. hard. It’s been hard, especially with my depression and anxiety. First semester of college has been interesting up to this point. I’ve met some really cool people and formed bonds with them. I also somehow managed to perform okay in school whilst also being in the worst state I’ve experienced with my depression and anxiety yet. There was one week when I didn’t leave my bed or attend classes, but i always bounced back and got my shit together. It was hard, It’s been hard. Here I am. Winter break started Friday so I’m home for the holidays.

It’s never fun being home. I feel almost weird and unwanted

And I don’t want to be. Here… I never did, that’s why leaving for college was so refreshing.

I met a girl.

I miss her, I miss holding her, I miss kissing her. I miss cuddling her all night, and falling asleep in her arms. It’s only been two days away from our safe haven and I’m already dreading being home. It’s going to be a long month.

It’s going to be a LONG month. The feeling of unwanted, awkwardness from everyone in my house is going to kill me… Maybe that’s a bit dramatic…

I’m in Love and it feels great.



I hate you, don’t leave me

I often find myself going through these vicious cycle of pure anger. I’m not sure where it comes from. Or how to explain it. But I’m just so angry; so fucking tired of being caught between this reality of feeling, and not feeling. Feeling of I hate you, I hate you, I hate everyone leave me alone, to someone please hold me; show me all the love you have you your heart, please ask me what’s wrong. Stay with me and don’t leave. But instead of saying that, I’m just angry at everyone and anyone. It’s gotten so extreme that I’ve closed myself off to everyone, I stay in my dorm angry and sad. I’m not sure how to stop this feeling and I’m not sure I can. But right now, I’m feeling everything all at once, and I really don’t want to.



I’ve been MIA for a very, very long time. A lot’s been going on. With working, and getting ready to go off to college, I found it hard to keep up with my posts. Now I know what you’re thinking, this isn’t the first time. But unlike the rest of those other times, I just couldn’t find the time to sit and write, so here I am. (because I know you’re all dying to read what I have to say, also, what a shit excuse.) I’m in college now, it’s amazing. I love the campus, I love the people, I love the new friends I’ve allowed myself to make, I love my classes. Except for Statistics of course! because, FUCK MATH. and FUCK stats. But I need it for my major so you know, gotta suck it up!

anyway, I don’t really know what to write. It’s been such a long time, well my mental health! yes, how’s that? you ask. Well right now, it’s not doing so well, like I mentioned in a post from a while back, when I was in middle school or high school, I’d allowed myself mental health days throughout the week, just to keep up with my mental state. But I’ve come to find out that in college, I can’t just call out, or have my mom call out and tell them I’m sick. Because my professors don’t give a fuck about my mental state. or if show up or don’t show up.


woah, I had a panic attack yesterday in my psychology class, I’m blessed it was psychology, because everyone understood and my professor was just so nice and so sweet and just so amazing about it. it wasn’t a big deal, he understood. which was pretty fucking awesome.

I have atleast two or three emotional breakdowns each day. which is pretty cool! I have a lot to say, but I’m just going to leave this here for a while. I’m back. And worse, so stick around.

p.s. There’s this girl. She’s a badass, and beautiful, and caring, and funny, and she makes me laugh, she gets my jokes, we can make fun or each other and say stupid things and laugh about it. we’re in likes. (I’ve been saying weird shit like this for months now) BUT. she hasn’t yet figured out who SHE is yet. WHICH IS TOTALLY FINE. Because I’m having fun and she’s having fun I think, and we’re both happy when we’re together.  There is no rush to put labels on anything, we’re having fun and trying to figure things out so that’s pretty cool.

If you’ve noticed at this point in this whole post, because as I’m reading this, I’m realizing that I’ve become a shit writer, but that’s okay! I was never good to begin with!

Thanks for giving a fuck!







I was in the winter of my life. And the men that I met along the road were my only summer. At night, I fell asleep with visions of myself.  Dancing and laughing and crying with them. And my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events I saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky, that I wished on. Over and over again. Sparkling and broken.

but I didn’t really mind, because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it, to know what true freedom is. when the people I used to know found out what I’ve been doing, how I’ve been living, they asked me why? but there’s no use in talking to people who have a home. They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people, for home to be where ever you lie your head.

I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north. No fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide in its watering as the ocean. And if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way, I’d be lying. Because I was born to be the other women, I belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.  who had nothing, who wanted everything. With a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom, that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it. And pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.

live fast

die young

be wild

and have fun

When I’m at war with myself, I ride. I just ride.

who are you? are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them? I have, I am fucking crazy.

But I am free.

Where the hell have I been?

I’m back, 

    The number 1 reason why I haven’t written anything in a month, is solely because all the feelings and emotions where there, I just didn’t know how to explain them, or describe them. I’m still so blank on writting. Which scares me! I love to write, I haven’t written anything on my own for months now, if it isn’t a blog post explaining where I’ve been, that’s about it. It scares me, something I love doing and enjoy so much, something that brings me so much joy, is just not bringing me joy anymore. I’m never going to stop writing. Ever! 

Since my last post, I was okay for a while, and now I’m not. Right back where I started, and so much deeper. And I feel as though this pattern of disappearing for a month and coming back is sorta getting old. I just want to be okay, and healthy. But I’m not, and that’s not okay. I’ve never been okay. I’ve never been able to be okay. 

This is so not me saying I’m going to stop writing for a while. I just want my followers to know, or if you care, that if I don’t post for a month at a time, I’m probably in a dark place and just don’t want to do anything. This is mostly for me to read back later and remind myself to, WRITE MORE. Oh, I should make a slogan or something! Omg. 

I’ve got so much to say. And I’ve been thinking, I think I might start posting my short stories on here. I’m not sure if that’s a good idea, but I’ve definitely been thinking about it. 


June 7th 12:50 a.m. 

June 9th 12:37 a.m

I’ve been in such a low place for such a long time. Not writing nor music seems to get me out this sorta deep dark hole I’ve managed to dig and bury myself into. I don’t know where to begin.

But to be completely honest with you, I don’t really remember how it started, how I managed to get so deep into self destruction. I’m never really okay, but sometimes when I pretend long enough, it starts to feel real. It started to feel real. That’s when everything came crashing down. 

I’m not going to go too much into detail, simply because this story is such a complicated one. One that does not have an ending. One that I’m so deeply intertwined with.

June 7th @ 12:50

I tried to kill myself. I don’t remember why, I just remember crying for such a long time, feeling so numb and so tired. Everything seemed blurry. I felt physically sick. I guess there’s still some silver of hope burning at my core, yearning for escape. Because once I realized what I had done. I rid my body of everything I had put in it. Nobody knew, nobody had to. I carried on the next day as if nothing happened. 

Feeing so depersonalized for such a long time, then entering this phase of severe depression. Everything is such a blur. 

everything is such a FUCKING blur. 

Truthfully I don’t know how to be okay. I’m stuck in this place of endless sadness. This whole trying and hanging in there shit is getting harder each day. I probably make no sense.


So, if you were wondering where the hell I’ve  been. (I don’t know why you would, or if you are). And why I haven’t written anything in a month now..? A lot has been going on, I just haven’t been able to, wanted to, or felt the need to sit down and write anything. 


Pills, lies, vomit, prom.. 

So my last post was about something new? New to you all, I guess! 

If you didn’t catch it, yes I’m bi! And no, I’m not confused or don’t know what I want, or any of the other bullshit people LOVE to say when you tell them you’re bi ( or gay in general) And the girl I was talking about?, I took her to prom, and that was fun. I’ve been meaning to talk about this for such a LONG time, I would write a whole blog post about it, but soon after, either delete it or let it sit in my draft. So like why not? I won’t get too much into detail because that isn’t what this is about, and I’m not quite sure I’m ready to explain that part of my life just yet? No I’m not embarrassed, or anything else you might think. Its just the simple fact of, I just don’t wanna! When that time is right, I’ll talk about it. 

Moving on?

These past couple of weeks have been so so so stressful! I mentioned going to prom earlier, that within itself caused so much stress and so much anxiety! One of the main reasons why I don’t want to go to much into detail or say too much is because I already feel so much guilt. Prom night was fun, fun until I got drunk, high, and spend my night purging my heart away. I don’t remember much about that night, I just remember leaving her constantly to go purge. There was food, more food then I thought there was going to be. Not just finger food, but actual food. Some of these foods, included my trigger. I didn’t know how to tell her that, just yet at least. Wanna know the shittiest part? It got so bad that I had to leave. I woke up on my friend’s couch smelling like strong liquor and vomit. There were a lot of people there that she knew and could have fun with. I’m already beginning to fuck this one up. And I really really like her. Tell me, how do you stop your roaring burning desire for self destruction and just… love? 
What happened to not going into the details?



I love cupcakes and mango pineapple smoothies, I believe in unicorns. I still watch kids show and enjoy them very much! I love to write. I’m bisexual, and I’m in love with a girl. I love the rain, the sound of it, and thunder. 

I realized I haven’t written in so long! A lot has been going on and I just haven’t had time to sit down, and pour my soul out! 

With that being said, I have a lot to tell. So stay tuned?… 

Future explanation coming very soon! I hope you’re okay! 

You’re beautiful,

You’re worth it

You’re love

And I love you. 

 Have a beautiful morning, day, night, afternoon, evening! 


Scatter plot mind 

There are some days, like today, where I want to do absolutely nothing but lay in bed all day and cry. Its great though, because we’re on spring break, so the worry and anxiety of having to call out, put myself together, or try to act “normal” is okay for now, the pressure is off for a while. I don’t know why. I never know why most of the time. I mean, I had a great night last night. My best friend had a bonfire which she made me come to, turned out great by the way! I had an amazing night, with amazing people. I woke up in a good mood this morning, that haven’t happened in a really long time, I usually dread waking up. But this morning I got right up. So its really frustrating as to why I’ve completely shifted into a completely different mood. I’m so fucking sad! And I don’t know why! 

There’s a lot going on up here (my brain), and I wish it could all just fucking stop for a while. Just for a second, i’d love to not think and feel this way. This is such a random post, but fuck it. 

P.s. I hope you’re having a great day, night, afternoon, evening or morning. Wherever you are! 

Quick update: anxiety attack??? 

Before I completely loose my mind, and have a full on break down, I thought I should write my feelings out. Instead of cutting, or binging and purging. (Look at me being all direct!)

Well, let me start off by saying that I have a job now. Which means I work from 5p.m.to 10:30p.m, and then i have to come home and jump straight into my homework, leaving no time to do anything during the day. And for the past week or so, I’ve been working none stop, leaving no time in to really focus on my mental health, didn’t check in with myself. I’ve been bottling it all in. I would like to think I’m a pretty smiley and happy person with customers, but today while serving someone, I just got this feeling of sudden sadness that came out of nowhere. I suddenly realized how sad I was, and this sudden panic just came over me. I became so aware, and extremely self conscious. More then usual. My entire mood changed. I couldn’t form my words, literally. It was hard for me to speak, my mouth felt heavy. It was embrassing, if you’ve ever worked with any kind of restraunt, you know how some customers can be not so understanding and difficult at times. And to have that happen to me in public, just made my entire world crash. A lot has definitely happen over the past week that has caused me to drift into more of a depressed state, I’d say. But I just kind of made myself forget all about it. The stress of it all is just too much.

If I tell you everything we’d all be here for a century. So I’m gonna leave it there…..