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Posts Tagged ‘sadness’

You shouldn’t go looking for things you don’t want to find.

It happened again today.  I just had to look at his profile.  I didn’t want to.  I knew I shouldn’t.  I knew it was a bad idea.

But there it was, staring me in the face.  A pic of him and a chick.  A weird looking chick, but a chick nonetheless.

The guy who complained that I didn’t post pictures of us.  The guy who complained that I didn’t text him enough or call him enough.  The guy that I wasn’t good enough for.  The guy who said things that gave me hope.  The guy who strung me along.

There he was, smiling, with his arm around another girl.

The picture burned me more than I care to admit.

Yeah, it’s been more than a few months since he cut the cords that day that I finally gave in to his question…”tell me what you want”  …”I want you…to be with you”  those words tore down whatever it was that I had built up in my head.  Those words that I regret ever  saying because maybe, just maybe, he’d still be here if I hadn’t said them.

But now here I am, alone and trying to type through tear-filled eyes.

It’s not fair.  I don’t want to feel like this.

I didn’t ask for this.  It was just supposed to be a stupid crush, nothing more.

And I looked for ways to forget him in places I shouldn’t have gone.   And those regrets pile on top of the pain that I feel when I think of him and it’s just.not.fair.

It was never anything more than what it was.  A “whatever it is”.  And now it’s not and I want it back and he won’t ever know.

I’m at my best when I’m not at my greatest.

“Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind” —  Marcel Proust
I was talking to a friend last night about school and we got to talking about my passion for writing.  I hadn’t thought about it as that in a long time.  Passion.
I used to be big on writing poetry.  My words were fueled by anger, grief, pain, selfishness, overall self-pitty.  My emotions inspired me to write.
Now it’s different.  I can’t put words together the way I used to.  It just doesn’t work.  The feelings don’t flow out the same.  Everything comes out in bits and pieces making up choppy sentences.
I don’t write as thoughtlessly as I was once able to. I am inclined to go back and read what I wrote to see if I can find a better way of expressing myself.  I’m not sure I like this.
Words are supposed to flow freely, not be constrained by editorial marks and second thoughts.  At least written words, anyway.
And I’ve completely gotten off subject here.
Back to happiness and not being inspired by it.
When I was a child all my poems were about love, and boyfriends and all that sappy stuff you think about before your heart has ever been jaded.
I’m not sure at what exact moment a flip was switched, but I couldn’t write a happy poem to save my life.  And I liked it that way.
But now it feels as if I have to be in an extreme mood to feel up to par and write in order to share my views and happenings with the world.  [read: all three of you readers ;) ]
My thoughts are always more profound when I’m sad.  They’re always more pronounced when I’m angry.
When I’m happy, well, they’re just there.  Not consuming my every activity, not influencing the way I carry along.
Am I looking to be sad in order to feel alive?  Am I looking for a cop out and trying to be this suffering creative mind?  Who knows.
All I know is I’m at my best when I’m not at my greatest.

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