The Thoughts

Tag: emotional

  • The Silence of the Decembers; What About It?

    This is so me; I am currently sitting in my grandparents’ dining room, a classy, elegant but dimly lit room, with a beautiful bouquet of flowers before me in a crystal vase. My books are spread across the table, my tea and honey next to me, AirPods in my ears. Sitting back in a fancy chair, thinking about the past. Isn’t it weird how thinking about the past is so hurtful, physically painful! But still so comforting. Why? What is that about?

    I am sitting here, very movie-like, knowing that your silence is the biggest, most extravagant response I ever got out of you. I keep checking if your ‘do not disturb’ mode is on, I have absolutely no idea why. I do have an idea: I am fighting for breadcrumbs. Seeing you turn your notifications off makes me feel like I saw that part of your day, as if that was some sort of contact I had with you.

    But it isn’t just about you anymore. Sitting here, it is also about the friends I lost. My very best friends. Or the most awkward, weird, disturbing moments in my life. Overthinking, rethinking, wishing, regretting, I guess that’s what this moment is about. I feel you are now officially in my past, and it makes me very anxious. It’s like I associate you with something, I don’t know what, and now I get anxious about that part of my life leaving.

    I really miss my friends. The past few months have gone so fast and although I knew I missed them, now, when everything is quiet and still, it hits me again. The loss of their friendship hits me again, all over. I get so insecure thinking about it. I miss how I could be myself around them, I miss the confessions, I miss crying with laughter, I miss making plans and setting goals with my best friends. Being delusional together and manifesting everything we could ever desire. You guys know how I feel about Beer Boy, but I would give him up in a split second for a chance to turn back time and make it so that we never grew apart, ever.

    December is such a weird month. Everything is so cozy and festive. Champagne and oysters, Christmas markets, spending time with family, and Christmas lights and decorations everywhere! Yet, it is the most lonely and deepest time of the year. Could it be because there is so much quiet that you actually have to feel your feelings this time of year?

    I pray, I wish and I desperately hope that this time December and January go differently. I hope I wake up tomorrow and forget all about my old friends, Beer Boy, and the awkward and weird things I did throughout my life. Well, I don’t wish to forget it, I wish to wake up and have peace with it all. I hope I wake up and see life through the same light I was seeing it three weeks ago. I hope I wake up happy, I hope I wake up and all the melancholy feelings just leave my soul. Melancholy, what a bittersweet feeling. In my opinion, one of the most beautiful feelings known to man. Still, I wish to never feel it again; it goes too deep into the soul.

    I should be studying, or going to bed. It’s past 1 am. I could cry. My life is so not what I expected it to be at my age. I have more peace with that now than a few months ago, but still. I have no idea what I am doing, honestly. I feel like I am going through life rather than living it, do you understand? It’s not even that I want to cry about, it’s just the moment. I want to cry about how I keep getting flashbacks from past Decembers, about how I managed to lose my best friends and about how we still haven’t found our way back to each other. I want to cry about how I spent so much time and energy on Beer Boy, how much I hate him and how much I want him to text me and then keep texting me. I want to cry about how much I love the song that’s playing.

    I really try to not let myself touch the delicate feeling of depression or just melancholy. It’s too easy to fall back into the spiral. But let me for a moment speak my mind, free of fear. I am scared of hearing myself think. I am scared of missing my friends like I missed them this summer. I am so scared of feeling left out. I hate that for me, feeling left out is the worst feeling. I am scared that this December will probably look a lot like the others before. I am scared of missing, missing out, missing people, losing myself and then missing my old self. I am scared of being alone with just me because what if I haven’t gotten over this summer? What if I am not as over it as I thought? What if I go to that place again? I have been ignoring myself, going through life as best as I know how but I am terrified of finding out just how happy I am in life right now. I just don’t know how I am ever getting out of this feeling.

    That’s enough overthinking for today. Jeez! It must be that damn season…

    Xo SL

  • My last midnight confession to you

    Yesterday my therapist was telling me how proud she was. Yesterday we were celebrating me finally coming to my senses about, you guessed it, a guy. It felt like I finally turned the page and detached. Also yesterday I showed up, to said guy, in the middle of the night by his bed. Why do I do this? You tell me.

    So there I was, in the most stereotypical boys dorm room, waking him up. Obviously he was excited to see me, who wouldn’t be? But that’s the thing isn’t it, he is always excited to see me at night. When the sun comes back up and he returns to sober town, I fear he doesn’t like me as much. “This is the last time we will see each other,” I kept repeating. “I don’t want that, you don’t mean it,” he kept repeating. I know he doesn’t believe me, I have said this before. Yet I still end up in his arms when his schedule allows it.

    The circle of self-sabotage is what I call our relationship. Yes, I said relationship because I refuse to refer to this monumental, life-changing, soul-eating experience as a ‘situationship’. I did not go through the deepest points of life to then diminish my experience by not calling it what it is, a relationship. Not a romantic relationship, not a platonic relationship (obviously), not a situationship because it has never been just a ‘situation’. It has quite literally taken over my life, is my most talked about topic, my entire family knows about it, every person that has ever talked to me knows about it. This was never a ‘situationship’, this has always been a relationship.

    To continue my story time, he was excited to see me. So there we were, lying in his friend’s bed. I’m asking him what was missing, why he couldn’t see me as more than a midnight hookup for when he’s in town. Honestly, I cannot remember what his answer to this was but I think it’s safe to say it was nothing worth remembering. “This is it for us, we will never be anything more than nothing,” is obviously me trying to make him say what I want to hear. “Our story hasn’t begun yet, nothing is ending and everything is beginning,” yes he said this, (he actually really said this)! Why would I lie to a bunch of strangers? Lol. How I wish he meant what he said and how I wish I was still naive enough to believe it. Unfortunately, those words mean very little to me. Just between us girls, I’d rather have his words hurt me and make me sad, then what they do to me now; nothing. (I’m so Lana coded, right?!)

    He doesn’t know it yet, but this really is the end of our story. The last couple of years, I kept giving chances, I kept having hope because I made myself believe he didn’t know what I felt. I made myself believe he did not know enough to take action. Now, the words have been spoken, my feelings have been made clear. I was honest, I told him exactly what I wanted, what I wished for us. And I woke up in the exact same reality; magical nights that I over-romanticize and disappointing, face-slapping, soul-hurting mornings/days. Nothing changed. I showed all my cards, he knows how I feel and what I hope for.

    I have no more jokes, stories or little lies I want to tell him with the hope they make him fall in love with me. I have no more positions to try with the hope he cannot get enough of me. I have no more names to drop with the hope he will think I’m well connected and popular. There is nothing left for me to try. I have no more games to play.

    Two years, I spent believing there was a chance for us. I told everyone that the hope I felt came from my gut. That my intuition was just sure there would be a two sided love story. We may have not felt the same, but you felt something. I just know it. I refuse to believe I am that naive and I choose to believe in my intuition. We had a storyline, but I guess another one was more important and ours got benched. I still have a lot to say. I could keep talking to you about us. Oh how I hope you will miss me. I hope you miss me so bad you cry and your friends think you’re crazy. I hope you miss me so bad you cannot even look at another woman. I hope you dream about me, I hope I haunt your mind. I hope you keep my scarf and sleep with it (this is not a Taylor Swift All too well reference, I left my actual scarf there). I hope you become attached to it. I hope it represents something very emotional for you. I curse that you feel for me what I felt for you. Though I really mean what I write, I do want to tell you one last time, I’m sorry and I so wish I could start over for us.

    Wow got carried away for a moment, almost forgot im way too cool for him.

    So why did I do this? Still, no idea. You tell me.

    Skinny legend out