end this game before i finish what you started

I want to see a reaction.

As I progress through The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath I am constantly reminded of myself through the emotions of Esther Greenwood. She makes me feel mentally ill. Or maybe I’ve just been under a lot of stress lately.

This morning a case of the rebounding effect happened to me. My damn alarm got turned off by none other than myself, but I went right back to REMing with only slight recollection that my alarm ever rang. My aunt awoke at 5:30am saying the same thing in less “grander” words. It’s been cold lately. I’ve been cold (mean)┬álately. I’ve had the cold lately. I missed two days of school this week. For some reason even though I know I didn’t fare very well while ill at home I think I should have gone anyway. I will never know what I missed.

A small part of me knows I was starving myself this week. The other part of me kept telling everyone that my cold made me lose my appetite. But I finally ate tonight. Just like a year ago … starving yourself never hurts; I like building immunities to pain.

Slowly, I’m losing all rational thought. The spark? Reading. I read a year old conversation I held with someone and I let E.H. read it … bad idea. He pulled me apart and nailed me down perfectly. I hate being known. Other times, I start spitting out other people’s opinions. Am I so passive to the point that I cease to have any unique thoughts?

Dear Esther,

You make me feel crazy.

Sincerely,
Bri~

Perhaps sleep-deprivation is another bad sign. I need to focus again. My return to the online social scene was NOT a good idea. None of it is real anyway, right? I mean, I still care about people (such as Lindsey), but at some point in time I close that IM box and they become a non-existent blur. I feel schizo right now. Or in less drastic words I might just be bi-polar. Sometimes.

I am sleepy. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow: Gym, ballet class (yey! more Russian ballet!), and then a day with my once-close friend Jackie. I feel I’m pulling away from people. Let me rejoin the social scene. Oh, isn’t that a bright idea. That notion makes me want to laugh and cry all at once in one big dramatic nervous breakdown.

Get over it.

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3 Comments

  1. Hey Bri. *big hugs* You’re the only internet friend I still care about, and I am worried about you! I wish I lived in Cali, so I could take care of you, but I’m stuck here in freezing Wisconsin… But whatever’s going wrong – you’re going to get through this. You’ve just hit a bump in the road, and this is not the end: it’s never the end when it’s not okay. Have you thought about maybe getting evalutated by a psychiatrist? You do seem rather bi-polar to me (and I can talk here, because that’s me)… maybe it would help? Or maybe music therapy would. You know, the whole song-lyrics, pour out my heart, approach I did last year.

    i know it saved me.

    and it can save you, maybe (?)

    I LOVE YOU, so much. You know what number to call if you EVER need to talk – for whatever reason.

  2. Sleep deprivation is VERY bad. +_+ I should know. Here’s a secret: MY name is Esther. XD So it was pretty funny for me to see you type that.

  3. OMG SLEEEP! get as much of it as you can ;_; i hear there’s no chance once you get into university.
    i say don’t think that deeply about your attitude to things. you’ll just keep finding more and more that you’ll want to correct. i know it’s pretty hard to do but just ignorrrre it and let the wonderful brigitte personality flowwww (okay… really cheesy but.. yeah… ) It’ll pass over soon. I think all teenagers feel like this sometime =D

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