Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Another birthday, ANOTHER long blog post]

So, I turned 24 last weekend, Happy birthday to me. I had an overall good birthday, I just was very sensitive this past weekend because my sister and I (my twin) were supposed to be together the weekend of the 12th to meet up in Charleston for a late birthday thing, and her husband now has to work, so we will not be seeing each other until around January. We are twins and we have not been together on our birthdays for like 4 years now, I hate it! I was also in a bad mood because my father has been ignoring my calls. He did not even call me on Thanksgiving. I was all worried he was not going to call me on my birthday either. I had called my sister after getting all worried about it and she said she had talked to him three days before and that he called her on Thanksgiving. I really do not understand that man at all. Sometimes he sends me gifts and not her, and sometimes he calls her and not me. He really is a poor excuse for a parent. So, after talking to my sister I call him up and he actually answers. He even said that he left me a voice-mail on Thanksgiving Day. What a liar. I guess my cell phone company is so messed up that they lose voice mails from me. Give me a break.

That night (Friday) We had a birthday party for me at my place. Only four people said they were coming, and I guess I felt a little worthless and unpopular because a lot of people weren't coming. I talked to my cousin about it and he is it is QUALITY not quantity. He's right. Would I really be that much happier if fifteen people showed up, most of which weren't really even my friends? No, I wouldn't. The people who came to my party were REAL friends. CLOSE friends. I haven't even known these people that long, but I would take a bullet for almost all of them. Especially my BFF who I always talk about. Kyle is his name. Kyle is in the newspaper with me at school, that's how we met. He is my best friend and always will be. Without him, I wouldn't know what life really is about. I can always go to him with my problems, and he can always come to me for his. He was late to my party bc him and his girlfriend had a fight :( I hate to see him upset because that just isn't his personality to get upset or be sad. He is a very happy and exciting person. We talked awhile about our situations and then he finally showed up and bought me a bottle of wine for my birthday. What a nice guy More people came, and we played some board games which was a lot of fun. We smoked a lot of weed and watched some South Park. It was a pretty good night and it took my mind off my problems which was nice.

Saturday morning I woke up feeling like I was hit my train. It was probably because I drank some beer. I usually ONLY drink wine and not that much of it either. But, it was a special occasion so I drank beer and wine and that is probably what did me in! I was supposed to go to yoga @ 930 in the morning, but I felt too hungover to do that! Even though I was up early, all I could manage to do was take a bath and go back to sleep. Hey, it was my birthday, so I got away with doing whatever I wanted! I eventually woke up again at like noon LOL. I got some god sleep and it felt good. I saw my fiance out in the living room with a big pink bag, and he said he had to sign my card really quick. It kind of ticks me off that he was signing my card THE DAY OF MY BIRTHDAY. IDK. I am very sensitive about my birthday I guess. I picked a fight, and broke some things, kicked down a door, and unraveled. I also had a problem with the yoga outfit he bought me. I said it was too big (Which it was) and it was ridiculous that he did not know that. I mean, it was a size small but jesus it was way too big for me and I got so pissed off at that.. I was just being CRAZY that day.


Then I cut. I cut with my razor and sliced my arm open. I started to bleed, and my cuts started to sting. I felt alive. My fiance was just watched me do this and I asked him why he wasn't trying to stop me and why he was just letting me do this to myself. HE was frozen though. Completely frozen without knowing what to do. He then started to complain about the fact that I was getting blood on the outfit because he wanted to return it. What a jerk!! How can he just care about getting blood on the stupid outfit? Well, he finally started holding me and took the razor out of my hands. He picked me up again and let me cry in his arms for awhile until I started to feel better. Then I smoked and cheered up a little bit..Had kind of a mellow day. Went to the dog park, watched some football. Had a lazy day, but I really enjoyed relaxing the way we did. made me feel a lot better..

He wants me to email this therapist I looked up the other day. We cannot really afford it, but I guess we can make it work, I am so afraid to work on my problems. One day I am all 100 % in on making myself a better person and working on my shortcomings. But then again on other days, I just want to be the way I am without changing. Isnt so easy just to stay the same?