Tag: friends

Work-Life Balance

If I could use a Hashtag right now, it’d be #sephoravalues. Just a side note, because I love hashtags. Hahaha… occasionally a hashtag will make its way into my every day conversation. Slightly awkward, but fun.

#EEEEEEEEE

Right. Let me walk away from the hashtags…

My work-life balance includes late-night after-work hangs with friends, taking care of the mother effing dishes (whoooo love it when they’re all clean!), washing my face, and doing a FACE MASK! (: I’m currently sporting Lush’s Cosmetic Warrior on my face. The garlic odor stings my eyes, that’s for damn sure. UH… LOVING MY LIFE RIGHT NOW? YESSSS!

Thanksgiving is coming uppp in just a few days! I’m so excited to go home… I haven’t gone back in so long! There just isn’t enough time, but since it’s a holiday no work and hence a reason to go home, too. Though I work Wednesday evening and Friday afternoon so it is for only a day. That’s all that is needed, really though. A good family dinner to appreciate them all the more. Cherish the small moments or whatever, right?

I already know what I’m wearing! Hopefully the weather will cooperate and let me wear what I want on Thursday, Thanksgiving.

Wake up time is pretty early tomorrow, as I have class at 9:30 so I best go to sleep soooooon (like now). And then I work at 1~ WOOT! And tomorrow is also pay day at Lush. And Friday is pay day at Sephora. Brb, hella excited. Slightly. But only slightly because I have a ridiculous amount of bills to pay. Shopping addictions aren’t free! D:

I think I got glitter in my eyes… Did I mention this is the season of GLITTER?

I’ve Been Cutting Again

Closed_Caption_by_stellaheartClosed Caption by Stellaheart

In the most figurative of senses. Eventually and inevitably I let go of everyone. But it’s not so much a slow parting of ways as a sharp and sudden CUT. I get random bursts of sentiment which I direct (whether warranted or unwarranted) towards others that ends everything. Many times my family has been on the receiving end of my caprices; lucky for me my family loves me unconditionally and they would never part with me nor I them (no matter how difficult the situation). But more often, on the receiving end are friends who have absolutely no obligation to me whatsoever. And in fact, hold fast and steady to that by not taking any crap from me, which I applaud and respect. Though it does mean that one by one I lose friends and make new ones to replace them. Only a very limited few have “taken me back” – including my family and very few friends. I’m not one for mending relationships particularly. Friendships, I feel, should be the most natural of things. If there is any work involved in maintaining a friendship, I drop it like it’s hot. I lose interest. I’m too apathetic to work for a hangout session or push for a closer relationship. Throughout life I have been blessed by people that just happen to like me… where the friendship does become the most natural thing. Though sometimes I worry if they too will eventually just become another one of my cuts. I worry.

Luckily, I can still count all the cuts on my two hands. And when I say “cut” I honestly don’t mean faded friendships. I mean people I’ve bluntly and straightforwardly argued with irreparably and made it clear, “No, I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

I laughed just now because there is one person I “warned” prior to becoming their friend that I would most likely not be their friend after some time because it’s just what I do. (What kind of mood was I in to tell someone something like that, and what could possibly go through a person’s mind when they hear something like that and yet still proceed forward?!) Anyway, the laugh is bittersweet. Am I so ridiculous? And you know what, I did. I did cut them from my life. And it’s a decision I regret so fully I still feel the emotional repercussions, but in this one case, it was for the best. I’m sorry.

I’ve written too much. I’m so much more logical with every passing day.

So take this razor sign your name across my wrists
So everyone will know who left me like this
Sew me up my scars run deep
A reminder not to forget the times that we’ve had.

- A Synonym For Acquiesce, Bayside

This Heat

It’s making me nervous how every day feels the same
Meet my phantoms, they never seem to want to go away
So they stay

There have been several real-life to-my-face complaints regarding my blog as of late. Those that have stumbled back to my blog have started asking me why I’m not writing anything with personal denotations. Technically, my entries had personal connotations thrown in, but this seems to not be enough for anyone. I wasn’t sure anyone cared, I wasn’t sure I wanted to write. Scratch that, I was still writing so as not to forget the existence of my blog, but personal matters are the furthest from my mind when it comes to writing right now because it’s what I deal with on the daily.

I found a good place for everyone I know to come and rest
All I ever wanted is for everyone I know to come and rest
Meet my Phantoms

Officially, my third year of college starts in a week and a half though I’ve been a junior for many months now. I’m still very much confused about school but the best action is inaction; I continue to unquestioningly enroll and attend my classes despite not liking the direction I am headed. Given recent developments I want to come back home, take a break from school… do something real. Let’s not get hasty, though. Inaction is the best action.

How’s your body, how clean is your soul?
Why are you trying to steal my thoughts before they talk?
Fall right in, let’s talk Maurice
If everything’s fine, then what are you waiting for?

Summer flew me by. Many problems arose. Lots of hangs went down. Transient accomplishments. Vague emotions. Music discoveries. And a heavy dose of forced independence.

Let’s end with: A strong sense of helplessness.

(It’s all about waiting it out.)

Dissociative Amnesia

“Oh my god, why am I in therapy again?”

Those were the words that kept crossing my mind as I sat in the waiting room, with my hands shaking. I pretended to read the newspaper but I felt nauseous, and most definitely I needed to cry. For a whole year, I’ve been FINE. Now all of a sudden I’m depressed.

All day today I was super restless and I couldn’t concentrate. Then in Psych class I started feeling sad… I was just taking notes.

I have such a headache.

I resolved to make an appointment with my good ol’ therapist Dr. Bimbela. Coming back from 2pm I figured it was better to make the appointment sooner than later. The appointment time? 2:30. I didn’t have enough time to feel “prepared.” It was strange seeing him again… like a recurring nightmare, only not scary. Just… come on… it’s therapy! And I’m going again. I have an appointment scheduled for an hour next week and then half hour the week after that. It’s a time-consuming CHORE to be depressed. This isn’t what I need (the depression) right now.

Let’s just forget this all happened.

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On the brighter side of life.

Last night Rona and I went to Aroma Bakery Cafe in the Valley at about a quarter to midnight. It’s this lovely classy-casual place where the patrons smoke their cigarettes, drink their coffee, sit seductively, and have a laugh. I did most of those as well; gotta fit in you know? Unfortunately Rona and I weren’t carrying our Djarums so we couldn’t pretend to be quite as cool as everyone else.

The valet man was a goddamn riot.

Good times.

(If I’m having good times why the hell am I depressed? I still appreciate all the fun everyday occurences but… underlying all that I’m just frustrated at life!)

O hai still reading? Lemme tell you, Rona and I found the most potent butter uhm ever. No elaboration needed.

Reactivated

Reading about depression and bipolar disorder in my Abnormal Psychology textbook is getting me depressed. It’s showing the inevitability of the return of my symptoms despite being depression-free for a year. I’m trying to recall this past year and honestly it’s been wiped from my memory. I don’t remember the non-depression (the symptom-less good days). I don’t remember … anything. Every so often I suffer through these memory “resets” – and I’m pretty sure I’ve blogged about this at some point or other; though no one believes me. Events, places, people – they all seem so far away. It’s like all progress is lost. The decisions I made, I can’t remember why I made them. The place I am at today, I can’t remember how I got here. What happened this entire year? I just lost a year of my life. Should I be upset? No, I’m pretty apathetic.

I think some symptoms are coming back. And that’s why I’m realizing that my memory just reset. Everything and everyone agitates my fragile ever-changing mood. I don’t want to bother dealing with anyone. Friends are useless. Or at least that’s the mindset that I’m in, despite that statement not really honestly holding true.

I’m so tired. I need coffee every single day to function. Lethargy is a no-good drag. Ugh. I couldn’t even wake up on time to attend swim class for two weeks! I’m back on that though, because I loooove swimming class. It makes me feel so good, it brightens my day, and it’s giving me a bomb ass tan. (:

The fact that I can even write right now is a sign of the return of my symptoms. For the longest I couldn’t blog because I had nothing to say – I was symptom-less, I wasn’t memorizing all that I did. The memories are all gone now, and I wasn’t even able to capture any of it in a blog entry.

Here we go again.