Life Update?

Published August 4, 2013 by veryjaneeyre

I wish I could say that I went out and got a life and that explains my absence, but alas, that did not happen.

I have done some things however, like: attend my sister’s baby shower, struggle writing this thing again this year, and go to my 3rd BTR concert.

BTR at Mohegan Sun 7/20/13.

BTR at Mohegan Sun 7/20/13.

If anyone read this post, sister and I were in the same damn section. (I mean, hooray for not having to deal with stairs, signs, or having to stand for the entire show.)

Time for the obligatory video. My niece hijacked her mom’s brain, so she was a little slow on the uptake and the first couple of seconds are missed. Still pretty damn good. My only complaint is that I would have loved a full version of Crazy For U.

Time to stop procrastinating.

If only I had a good thought in my head.

from me to you

Published March 31, 2013 by veryjaneeyre

The sacrifice is never knowing
why I never walked away,
why I play myself this way,
and now I see, you’re testing me;
pushe
s me away.
Pushing Me Away, Linkin Park

Ever wonder how many times you have to ignore someone before they get the hint and just leave you alone? Well, if the person you’re ignoring is me, it might take a while before I decide to accept things at face value. And even then, it’s questionable.

You see, I have this rather ridiculous notion in my head that even if I’m being treated like shit by a “friend”, I’m the bad friend for walking away from the mistreatment. Or worse, I’m afraid of angering the other person by pointing out their actions.

How fucked up is that? I don’t want to upset the person who is upsetting/hurting me.

I hate burning bridges but if you get me worked up enough, I’ll light the fucking match with a smile…and sob as the flames consume everything I once cherished.

You were the one to stop trying, to stop communicating, and I’m the one who is finally letting go of something that no longer exists: our friendship.

You were right; you do suck.

getting this out of my head

Published March 24, 2013 by veryjaneeyre

Why do I ask questions I already know the answer to?

Is it to validate myself?

Is it to make the other person feel guilty, if they are capable of feeling such?

Or is it simply to confirm that I already know what I know?

In the end, whatever the cause, I end up being the one hurt…regardless if I get an answer or not.

And lately, it’s been not.

it’s my (not) party and i’ll cry if i want to

Published March 14, 2013 by veryjaneeyre

Under the water you scream so loud,
but the silence surrounds you.
-Blue Ocean Floor,
Justin Timberlake

As usual, my brain is at odds with reality.

I turned 32 yesterday. 32. You’d think by now I’d have learned that at most, my birthday is pleasant.

Pleasant, as in, not horrible…like my 16th birthday where my algebra teacher basically called me a moron in front of the entire class without asking for the context of my response, like my almost 22nd or 23rd birthday when my cat swallowed a needle and I had to wait days to see if he would live (he did, thankfully). Pleasant…like my surprise 30th birthday party…which turned out to be more of a surprise for the guests when I answered the door and greeted them.

And while I told myself I didn’t expect anything, that was a big fat lie. My brain wanted all 3 people to come through on their gift (it gave me such a pretty picture of what it could look like ) and in the end, I struck out.

I felt so damn hollow (still do), and it certainly didn’t help that I didn’t see the one person I can count on. Soon, I hope.

In the mean time, I’ll be looking for my brain’s off switch.

bah humbug

Published December 24, 2012 by veryjaneeyre

It’s not complicated
so this won’t take a while….
-Money Make Her Smile,
Bruno Mars

I seriously dislike this time of year.

It makes me miss my dad terribly, it stresses everyone the fuck out, and instead of feeling loved, I feel more alone than ever, on top of the not being able to keep myself safe in inclement weather.

As usual, I buried the lead. Go figure.

Too bad I don’t feel like explaining.