doing much better

day of lots of fun and happiness and kissing and straight up fucking. what a way to spend a sunday! very happy.
scale of 1 to 10 - right now i'm at 8 or so
good movies, good food, and spending time with my wonderful guy. hemp and cigarettes, i love today.

*smiling* still glad no one reads this, but it's a great place in my head right now.

nights like these just kill me

i hate this, i want to sleep but i can't. too much caffeine, crying too hard. i can't get the whispering voices in the back of my head to shut the hell up. want so badly for this to be genuine. he is using you. i don't want to repeat the past, but i'm terrified every day that it will turn out the same. all you do is hurt people. he doesn't care about you. why would he? SHUT UP!
i don't know right now, too tired to think straight, i can't shut them out and try to just live my life. you pissed him off. it's just a matter of time now. how could you ever compare to a marriage? does he really love me? i hate these insecurities so much! i want validation, i need to hear that i'm not just there, rebound, anything. but i can't ask for it, i wouldn't know how.
talk to you tomorrow? he is pissed off. i don't know how to handle anything right now, but i can't show it. just bottle it up, make it go away. "whatever". ouch.
i know that nothing he says is intended to hurt. i know that i am far too sensitive. i think and hope that he really does care about me as much as i care about him, and that this will all work out for the best. i just can't stop being so damn tired, emotional. it's not his fault, not anyone's fault. i can't tell him, or anyone that things hurt, because i wouldn't know where to begin and none of this joking should bother me. i don't know why it does. i hate being sensitive.
i don't want to see my dad. i just want to be with adam, knowing that for at least that moment everything is okay. fuck.
i need to stop hurting. other people. myself inside my head. i hope no one reads this.
i want to be okay, want to not worry about things that i can't control, things that i shouldn't worry about. i need sleep. maybe that would help. i miss adam already, and we hung up maybe 20 minutes ago. i can't tell if i'm pathetic or just really immersed in emotion.
fuck this, going to sleep.

new life, new stuff, new outlook

very very happy. frightfest was a blast, so many wonderful people and so much fun!!!
new guy, also very happy. he is 22 and happens to have a wife, but still i can't help but feel that this is the happiest i have been in far too long.
so i leave those of you still paying attention with this:
if you want to talk to me, pick my brain, anything, i am still here.
i am here for those that need me and even those that want me.
you should know the fucking number.

please take care of each other, i know that all too few of you take care of yourselves, and we all need someone to hold us, validate us, hug us and make us feel worthwhile.

i love you, all of you.
- me. just me, still me, new me and old me.

*you're wonderful, you know that?
and strong and sweet and kind.
i love the warmth when your arms
wrap around me from behind*

confused...rat bastards!

jesus bloody mother-fucking christ tapdancing through a cornfield!
travis and i have broken up. which is rather confusing because we are still fucking like rabbits and he still tells me that he loves me. it's kinda like best of friends/fuck buddies/god i wish i were still dating him. the biggest change is that i am no longer special to him. he says i still belong in his arms, but now i know i'm not the only one. it's not just my spot. and of course i have considerably less justification in getting pissed at all the backstabbing bitches that tell me they are here to support me and then do everything they can to get in his pants. fuckers.
so i'm confused, because i want this to be okay, but i'm afraid it won't be. it's wierd, he is still here and still close, but he's not mine anymore and that hurts so damn much.
and of course the irish catholic in me is beating the hell out of myself wanting to know what i did wrong, and i really don't know.
so there goes a lot of the self esteem that i had worked up since...everyone. jon. arron. tom. all of them.

i do believe my heart is broken.
so why is it still squirming and why won't it just stop thrashing aroud pitifully?
JUST DIE DAMN YOU!!! STOP RELAYING THE HURT!
ouch

rat bastards

anger, pain, fear

so much of it all, and i think i am starting to be consumed. she had it all coming, one does not fuck so blatantly with other people's s os. especially not mine because i feel that that should be sacred. and then this new betreyal, from someone closer, who should have known better. it hurts, it worries me, and it makes me so angry that she accuses me of disgrace and asks for loyalty of family when she does what she does, even after being asked not to. i'm not sure why this makes me so angry, maybe part of it is fear. i am so afraid to lose him, i think it would kill me. and i know that the majority of the population is attracted to her, my father even was.
perhaps not the best example, but certainly one of the most disturbing.
so this hurts. it hurts me that she would be so hypocritical, it hurts that too many of my nearest and dearest don't like this situation, it hurts that it affects me so much, and that i seem to have really regained the anger problem that i thought i had figured out.
i know that it will work out or it won't, but it still hurts. and it scares me. and it makes me really damn angry.
me, little bitty scared, big bad-ass me

love

so many different kinds of love, so much happiness that is possible from the people that are so close to me. i used to see this as just and opportunity for pain, and i was afraid, but now i see that love helps me, heals me. i love all of you so much for you make my world bright and you keep the voices silent. thank you.

did you know that when you vry, it hurts me most? but did you know that more than sad, it makes my feel honored that you would choose to share your tears with me?
did you know that when you smile, for that moment, everything bad in the world disappears? and did you know that there is nothing i like more than your laugh?

i love you all, and thank you for being you and being there. you are all my heart.

okay

doin' okay. i swear. i'm always okay.
i just have to learn to believe me.

voices

i can still hear them.
you are stupid
go kill yourself
you will never be worth anything
you will always hurt people, you should just isolate yourself
you aren't good enough for them to worry
you are ugly, huge, and no one will ever love you
no one could ever love you, who would stoop that low
if your father couldn't, who the hell would.

i hate these fucking voices!!!

...things.

i have to agree with nny, i can feel the things pressing at my mind sometimes, trying to get in. they have voices...my father, my family, my brother, aaron, jon. a lot of hurt in those voices. screaming at me everything that cuts me. i'm doing okay, i swear. it just feels sometimes as though the walls are straining and i worry that these things will break in and have full run of my mind. i think that would kill me. not that anyone notices. i am fine at school, always. i am the support network and what would we do if the support network failed? so i am okay. i know that i'm typing to a lifeless screen because i know that no one reads this anymore. maybe that's a good thing, now i can say what i feel without worrying anyone.
fuck.

well.

well it would appear that i have some time today, so post i shall.
worried. always worried. but i think that my friends will be okay, it seems they always are.
scarred. scarred of my dad and for my loved ones. angel be careful, i don't think you understand how much you mean to me. i love you. afraid for amanda and that she will carry out her threats. if i were in her position, i don't know how strong i would be able to be.
empty at times, but working on feeling better. my friends help.
i love you guys. i probably won't update unless i have a batch of free time, so if you want to talk (if you exist outside of my little screen) feel free to call. i get so lonely sometimes, i think that maybe it's all just the voices in my head talking to me from behind my eyes.
- hannah

it's been a while, and it still shall be

i am aware that i have not updated in a really fucking long time, or commented or been active on the computer at all. for that i am sorry. things are very well with tweak and about normal with the rest of the people who comprise my day-to-day life.
i have found during the past (insert amount of time since last computer activity), that i prefer to keep my conversations direct and my journals with me to continually review and add to. so i am sorry if this was a convenient way for you to look into my head that you no longer have, but feel free to call me if you want to talk and ask me any questions if you liked the view. so i love you all, and the number to reach me you should damn well fucking know!
good luck in all endeavors, and i hope to talk to you soon.
- hannah
*i feel the cold wind blowing beneath my wings*

funny story, that...

well, i guess my fears were rather unfounded. or not, but not quite what i had anticipated. so dating tweak, i guess we'll see how that goes. he reminds me so much of tom, but then jon reminded me of aaron and he never hit me, so maybe my instincts just suck. but i am doing much better. i am happy. (except for the-rapy) apparently i'm not allowed to just be fucking happy around my father, i am always doing something wrong or around the wrong people. like it would be any better with his friends. *cough, andrew!, cough*
but no matter, i don't have to see him until next week. and i am happy because i have angel. my wonderful angel who makes me smile, makes me cry, makes me so happy that it's all okay now. (i'm not on drugs, i swear! i'm just hyper. hyper hyper hyper hyper hyper hyper hyper hyper hyper hyper hyper hyper hyper hyper) yay!!
but life really is getting to be okay, and for the parts of it that aren't, FUCK THEM!!!
i am going to fucking be happy.

worries

well, jon won't talk. so i guess there's nothing i can do to help any of us.

life is getting interesting, and i don't know who's gonna get hurt next.
i don't know what scares me more, that he cares about her so much, the thought of what he will do when he finds out, or that she is so excited about something that i have so many fears about, and she is throwing herself into it so quickly, so happily.

just kinda worried.

grr

wow

wow. hurt. scared. worried. but most of all hurt.
hiding. i'll be going into myself for a while, just a heads-up.
i will talk to you all later. right now i think i may have to do a full-system shut-down.

-

desperate

okay, hopefully this will be the last post regarding my emo worries about the relationship that ended one of the best friendships that i have ever had. angel has been put as the middle in this war between jon and me, and it is so unfair. i care about angel more that i can ever put down in print, and i didn’t want it to be this way, i didn’t want her to go through this with both of us and deal with all of each of our pain. i know that jon cares about her and that he would never do this to her on purpose. this just happened and no one likes it. angel wants us to sit down and talk. i want to sit down with jon, even if it’s for him to say whatever he wants to say. or to get back something of that friendship that i miss so much. but at least to call some kind of a truce. so angel, the answer to your request, in case you missed the comment posted previously, is that i would like to if it would help end all of this shit. please.

scared

i am scared, for the first time in a long time. i am scared that i did something horrible that i don't know about or don't remember and that jon will bring it up to talk about. i am scared that he has a reason to hate me like he seems to. i am scared that he has changed so much from the person that i knew that he doesn't have a reason for being this mad. because i don't want to think about what that would mean. i am scared about being wrong and even more scared about being right.

how do you stab the devil in the back? what if you miss?

getting better. i know that i was stupid, but i'm getting better. i hurt myself, i let other people hurt me, but i am getting b e t t e r. and i will be okay. angel helps, kostya helps, cheryl helps, erin helps. chris helps just a little bit, and knowing that i have people who care does help so much. thank you all. i love you.
i am keeping busy, i find that that helps too. i worry about the things i could have done, should have done, what i could do to make everything better. for jon. for my dad. for my mother. for all of my friends. but even the guilt passes after a while and succumbs to the voice of logic.
i think i might be addicted to cigs. i hope not, and i'm going this week without one to see how it works. we'll see...

i love you all, with all of my heart,
i dream for you, with all of my soul,
i hope for you with all of my dreams,
i pray for you with all that i am.

me, and that's okay. i swear...

truth and stupidity

truth is an elusive thing, it morphs and dances away from groping fingers, but there are statements that i know to be true.
- i have a propensity for doing stupid things
- i still wish jon was my friend, he was one of the best friends i ever had
- i would never do anything to intentionally hurt him.

on wednesday, i tried to figure out what i had done to make jon so furious. so i wrote down everything that i remember from when things started to change until roughly now. there are probably things that i have forgotten, but what i did remember upset me quite enough to have an effect. wandering thoughts lead to bad memories, and bad memories to stupid actions. but the thing that i did realize is that unless there is something huge that i missed, i didn't do anything wrong to him. i never cheated, and i did nothing intending to hurt him. so i don't know what to do, because i don't know what i'm supposed to fix.
admittedly, i was really freakin' stupid, and i have been doing some stupid stuff for a while, but i am stopping that, and it was my own deal, not jon's.

so that's all i've got, where do we go from here?

me.

meh-ness

i don't know, it's all such a big...meh.
some people are angry. some people are sad. some don't know what the hell they are. but i'm okay, i swear. things with family are ugly, but that's nothing new. *how can you take back something like that?* it might get better, and that's what i'm hoping for.
things with friends are better just because i'm realizing who are the friends. it's refreshing. and i'm still really looking forward to frightfest!
i can't wait for monday, angel and i are getting together and we're watching the usual suspects. it's gonna be a movie weekend with cheryl tomorrow and angel on monday, sweetness!
going out to bumpers tonight, same as last night and tomorrow night. fun moshing and grinding.
so despite current events and issues, i think that it all might just work out.
(and of course there is chris, who always helps. ^_^)
so good luck, and don't worry about me, i'll make my own "okay".

still me

butter

i much appreciate all of the support, and butter is damn good too. i'm happy because i think that ana and i will be friends again, we talked at lunch. i missed her, but i know that me and amanda not being cool hurts her. meh, it'll work or it won't.
excited for thurs/fri/saturday, i get to go to bumpers and dress up and mosh and have fun. angel, call me if you want a ride any day!!! (i may need help remembering where you live, but i will find it!)
things seem better, the distractions helped and now i'm focused enough to try and face at least some of this crazy shtuff. jon is sitting with us again, so maybe that will work out. and stevie and i talked and he's being really cool about the whole me being a bit of a slut thing. i needed it and it worked well.
i miss all of my friends, and i'm going to go back to participating in the world.

*you don't know me, so don't judge me* <- Niko let me listen this morning. (still singing it)

me, nothing more but at least no less.