My mind is racing extremely hard and I feel like it's either a) A Panic attack in the making, sounding like a monster movie, something like Jaw's coming to get me and I don't know how to express how stressed I feel. OR b) An Anxiety attack, something that makes things seem a lot worse than they are, when in reality, it's not that bad. I feel like it's a mixture of both.
I'm currently sitting on a friend's couch who has been for the past few months been letting me stay here to sleep because of my wacky travel things and other opportunities I've been involved with for the past couple months. I'm not going to get too into detail because what I'm feeling doesn't really have to do with this, but it is still a part of why I feel it has become a pull away or issue.
With this years summer approaching, I had planned so much for myself. I had this current thing planned and I just kept putting myself out there to the point where I was stressing myself out. But I guess that too is an issue. I'm pushing myself too thin and making myself stressed out, badly, for no reason. Again, I love to be busy so I don't think it's an issue, but in the long run, it can turn into one, especially if it's just a generally busy thing continuing on for long periods of time. I had planned that because I know I'll have a lot of time (which I didn't realize I could've used to do these things) but I expected to be with my friends. The friends I'm talking about I've had for as long as I can remember. My one friend and I have been friends since the beginning; junior kindergarten, elementary school. And those guys have been my laughing buddies.
I guess that's the huge shitty part when you start continuing with life, getting older and change is always there to happen. I start losing touch, not hanging out as much or always being busy, even though we may seem free. Or when plans are made but have to be dropped because of other shit that makes no sense or because you feel like you can't or are unwanted. Unwanted by those friends you've loved from the beginning and still love with every inch. I guess I'm somewhat of an extroverted but introverted friend? If that is even a thing.
The reason this is all crumbling before me is because I've had a lot to think about. From being a part of new things, to seeing old things fall apart and to seeing others fade or stretch away. All of these things are change and will happen whether we want them to or not. And I can't help but complain and just want something to help. I am fed up because I just want to have SOMETHING like it used to be. I want to be with people I always laugh with, connect with and just feel at home with. And those people are my best friends from home, and yet here I am crying to myself as I talk to one. Because I don't know what else to do. Am I just supposed to tell them, "Hey, sorry I've been such a shitty friend I want to hangout more because I feel like we don't enough and I miss you guys?" Because I already have. They know and I feel like a broken record. And whenever we try to plan shit, especially as of lately, I feel like we are just so fucking busy all the time, especially this coming week. I wish I could be a better friend. I wish I knew how. I love them, I want them to know I WANT to be there and I miss them so fucking much.
I miss how it used to be. I just want that back. And I know I never will. FUCK.
I love you guys. And I hope you know that.
I hope we fucking hangout.
I hope I continue to do more SET WISE because fuck I haven't and need to start getting ON SHIT FOR SCHOOL.
But god damn.
I just need a friend day.
I need you guys.
I need that back.
I'm such a baby haha. I seriously cannot handle this sometimes. And it sucks.
I seriously need to sleep. Got a long journey home.
Only a few hours more before I need to be up again.
Goodnight.
Try to get some sleep.
And if you can't, that's okay.
That's what trips, cars and buses are for.
Monday, July 20, 2015
Friday, July 17, 2015
Entry #1
This week has by far been the most physically and emotionally draining week of my entire summer.
To sort of give some back story, my summers or free time consists of me sitting on a couch, eating, playing video games, watching YouTube until the crack of dawn, playing with our cats and talking to people. Overall, it can get pretty boring. I am one of those people who needs to be busy. Constantly. And when I'm not, I notice I shut myself out and begin to doubt I can ever change that. Since it is summer and my parents want me to enjoy my life, or do whatever and love etc. Whilst not having a job, I do what I'd discovered a couple years ago is the only thing I CAN do when I don't have school work keeping me up to ridiculous hours. I volunteer.
Now, before I get into details and before people start yelling at me saying I could do better things with my time, let me just explain to you why I do not have a job. It's really not that simple. I live in a city that is known to have one of the highest unemployment rates! Too many jobs being built with money the city doesn't really have. So, people get dropped and less jobs become available. On top of that, I have something called OSAP. I won't get into too many details, but it's essentially a student loan. They pay for my school and after I graduate, I have up to 6 months to find a decent job to start paying them off, with a shit load of interest on top. Now, as much as I love OSAP, if you work, the money they give you for school fluctuates like you wouldn't believe! That's why so many youngsters recently have been finding other shadier ways of making money. Whatever pays the bills at the end of the night I guess. And I know A LOT of people with OSAP that are still able to work with it, but the AMOUNT I'm getting from them pays off my entire tuition, which is not cheap. As soon as some income comes in from me, it gets cut off. And I need every cent I can get from them. Even if it means I'll be working it off for the rest of my life. Hopefully school pays for itself at the end of the day and I'm able to pay OSAP off before I die.
But enough about OSAP. I volunteer at events because it's something I've grown to love. My first "big" event I've ever volunteered for was a little something known as Re:action 4 inclusion which is all about breaking down barriers between people with disabilities and people without them. Simply put, we are all human and even though we may live differently or grow differently doesn't not make us any different or better than one another. This event helped me realize how much I enjoy organizing, or at least helping to organize events. But the thing that really kicked off my volunteering was Buffer Festival and it really helped me learn a bit more about myself. I discovered how much I thoroughly enjoy doing events and thus, this kicked off my spree of wanting to do more stuff like this. I then kept going with it. I volunteered for film sets, volunteered during school whenever I could, I became a TIFF volunteer, continue to volunteer for them and even got the chance to volunteer at Pan Am right in my home town! I recently just had my last shift and now I'm feeling at a lose again. I'm finding myself fall back into habits, mostly sleeping ones.
Finding the solution to my problems seems so easy and then I fall back into the habits. There is nothing wrong with that, it happens. Chemicals in our brains and all. Maybe my shortness and excessive amounts of coffee have something to do with this! Who knows anymore.
At the end of the day, I still have things going on but summer is slipping through my fingers and I'm finding myself feeling sick to my stomach, almost like I'm holding onto regret. How much of it am I going to regret in the long run? Was it all really worth it? Is this benefiting me in ANYWAY? Is it all a waste of time and I could've been doing something better/more? These are questions that always haunt me. But what I need to realize is I need to live in the present, which I'm getting better at. I do it in the moment but as soon as it finishes, I immediately feel that "hangover" or "Post-(insert event here) depression" and I'm always looking for that next thing. It's scary to think that August is only a week away, that I've got big things coming and all I can think of is endings.
Why did I chose to write tonight? Simply because I'm thinking too forward. Summer is almost done. I am no where near prepared for my last year of college and I am freaking out because I have a bad feeling that other things might be ending too. It's a scary thought because this THING that I'm mentioning but don't want to bring to full light yet is something I've been doing for over two years and I feel that chapter is coming to a close. I really don't want it to and I feel like if I'm the first to finish it, if I'm the first oldie to leave, then everything will collapse. But I don't want to leave. I love it so much and put so much time into it. Why in the hell would I want to leave that all behind? I guess I'll find out. And I'm sure when I do, this will be one of the many places I write to rant/vent.
Thank you for listening and hopefully we both get some sleep tonight.
X
To sort of give some back story, my summers or free time consists of me sitting on a couch, eating, playing video games, watching YouTube until the crack of dawn, playing with our cats and talking to people. Overall, it can get pretty boring. I am one of those people who needs to be busy. Constantly. And when I'm not, I notice I shut myself out and begin to doubt I can ever change that. Since it is summer and my parents want me to enjoy my life, or do whatever and love etc. Whilst not having a job, I do what I'd discovered a couple years ago is the only thing I CAN do when I don't have school work keeping me up to ridiculous hours. I volunteer.
Now, before I get into details and before people start yelling at me saying I could do better things with my time, let me just explain to you why I do not have a job. It's really not that simple. I live in a city that is known to have one of the highest unemployment rates! Too many jobs being built with money the city doesn't really have. So, people get dropped and less jobs become available. On top of that, I have something called OSAP. I won't get into too many details, but it's essentially a student loan. They pay for my school and after I graduate, I have up to 6 months to find a decent job to start paying them off, with a shit load of interest on top. Now, as much as I love OSAP, if you work, the money they give you for school fluctuates like you wouldn't believe! That's why so many youngsters recently have been finding other shadier ways of making money. Whatever pays the bills at the end of the night I guess. And I know A LOT of people with OSAP that are still able to work with it, but the AMOUNT I'm getting from them pays off my entire tuition, which is not cheap. As soon as some income comes in from me, it gets cut off. And I need every cent I can get from them. Even if it means I'll be working it off for the rest of my life. Hopefully school pays for itself at the end of the day and I'm able to pay OSAP off before I die.
But enough about OSAP. I volunteer at events because it's something I've grown to love. My first "big" event I've ever volunteered for was a little something known as Re:action 4 inclusion which is all about breaking down barriers between people with disabilities and people without them. Simply put, we are all human and even though we may live differently or grow differently doesn't not make us any different or better than one another. This event helped me realize how much I enjoy organizing, or at least helping to organize events. But the thing that really kicked off my volunteering was Buffer Festival and it really helped me learn a bit more about myself. I discovered how much I thoroughly enjoy doing events and thus, this kicked off my spree of wanting to do more stuff like this. I then kept going with it. I volunteered for film sets, volunteered during school whenever I could, I became a TIFF volunteer, continue to volunteer for them and even got the chance to volunteer at Pan Am right in my home town! I recently just had my last shift and now I'm feeling at a lose again. I'm finding myself fall back into habits, mostly sleeping ones.
Finding the solution to my problems seems so easy and then I fall back into the habits. There is nothing wrong with that, it happens. Chemicals in our brains and all. Maybe my shortness and excessive amounts of coffee have something to do with this! Who knows anymore.
At the end of the day, I still have things going on but summer is slipping through my fingers and I'm finding myself feeling sick to my stomach, almost like I'm holding onto regret. How much of it am I going to regret in the long run? Was it all really worth it? Is this benefiting me in ANYWAY? Is it all a waste of time and I could've been doing something better/more? These are questions that always haunt me. But what I need to realize is I need to live in the present, which I'm getting better at. I do it in the moment but as soon as it finishes, I immediately feel that "hangover" or "Post-(insert event here) depression" and I'm always looking for that next thing. It's scary to think that August is only a week away, that I've got big things coming and all I can think of is endings.
Why did I chose to write tonight? Simply because I'm thinking too forward. Summer is almost done. I am no where near prepared for my last year of college and I am freaking out because I have a bad feeling that other things might be ending too. It's a scary thought because this THING that I'm mentioning but don't want to bring to full light yet is something I've been doing for over two years and I feel that chapter is coming to a close. I really don't want it to and I feel like if I'm the first to finish it, if I'm the first oldie to leave, then everything will collapse. But I don't want to leave. I love it so much and put so much time into it. Why in the hell would I want to leave that all behind? I guess I'll find out. And I'm sure when I do, this will be one of the many places I write to rant/vent.
Thank you for listening and hopefully we both get some sleep tonight.
X
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Welcome and Enjoy
Hello there. This is me restarting what I started last year because clearly I cannot accomplish a lot within a year. I'm going to warn you now I'm terrible at making jokes, I laugh at my own and I tend to write a lot of sad shit.
I'm generally a positive person, the one always smiling, laughing, singing and being the person to talk to, but when it comes to my writing, it becomes personal. It becomes real, hard, deep and a lot more brick wall realness.
Warning for triggers. I will be poking fun at myself a lot and will try to flip things around because at the end of the day, I'm a fat human being. Nothing will change that. But I would rather be eating cake and ranting and being happy then working out every day and hating every second of my life.
So here I am at almost 3am ranting already, restarting a blog because my old one failed.
YOU are my diary/journal whatever you want to call it.
Whenever I'm eating cake, this will be the place I write.
Whenever I can't handle my day, I'll come here, rant and then go eat my feelings away.
Whenever I'm bored and remember, "Oh shit you should probably write some stuff," this is where I'll TRY to be. It's a terrible habit that I have 5 million notebooks laying around and writing randomly.
Speaking of writing, I have not kept up, let alone even READ anything this summer. I seriously need to organize myself more.
Anyways, I hope this laid out what kind of stuff I'll be venting about and how I will address YOU. (if there are any YOU out there reading.) I doubt it, but thank you.
Have a goodnight. And eat some cake.
I'm generally a positive person, the one always smiling, laughing, singing and being the person to talk to, but when it comes to my writing, it becomes personal. It becomes real, hard, deep and a lot more brick wall realness.
Warning for triggers. I will be poking fun at myself a lot and will try to flip things around because at the end of the day, I'm a fat human being. Nothing will change that. But I would rather be eating cake and ranting and being happy then working out every day and hating every second of my life.
So here I am at almost 3am ranting already, restarting a blog because my old one failed.
YOU are my diary/journal whatever you want to call it.
Whenever I'm eating cake, this will be the place I write.
Whenever I can't handle my day, I'll come here, rant and then go eat my feelings away.
Whenever I'm bored and remember, "Oh shit you should probably write some stuff," this is where I'll TRY to be. It's a terrible habit that I have 5 million notebooks laying around and writing randomly.
Speaking of writing, I have not kept up, let alone even READ anything this summer. I seriously need to organize myself more.
Anyways, I hope this laid out what kind of stuff I'll be venting about and how I will address YOU. (if there are any YOU out there reading.) I doubt it, but thank you.
Have a goodnight. And eat some cake.
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