Missing

You ever feel like something’s missing? You’re just not content with what is happening in your life right now.

That is me in this moment.

I feel like something is missing. So many things are changing, yet none of them feel like they have fulfilled a part of me.

I want to do better things.

I want to have a better job.

I want it to interest me. I want it to be something I am passionate about.  I am certainly not passionate about this work.

I want something exciting and fun, not boring and old.

Not just a change in a process, I want a change in society, in the world, in life.  I guess that’s what I’m missing.  I don’t like being here. I don’t like being useless and just a small puppet trying to change a business process.

It is not what I want to do in this life.

Something is missing, and I have yet to find it…

Are you happy?

Are you happy? I actually had to think about that… I asked myself that. Am I even happy? I was happy when I was in a relationship… but after that, I think I have become unhappy. Sorry not think, I know. And the only reason I can confirm that is because when I ask myself, am I happy, I start to feel sad and tear up. The first time in my life, that I can recognize, that I am truly unhappy.

It’s really hard to recognize this, and to even think about it. Because thinking about it, admitting it… then, then it becomes real.  I just didn’t want it to become real, and now I really know it is.

I want to say the root cause of this problem is losing so many people in my life. Having people let you down. Letting people down. All of these things can cause a person to be unhappy. And usually, people get over it, but then there is just so much that one person can handle, and I don’t think I can handle it.

The thoughts in my head…these aggressive, crazy thoughts, they are thoughts I never in my life would have ever thought I’d be thinking. And here I am.

This. This is proof that one single moment can change your entire life. It can change you as a person, how you feel, think, act. It can ruin you.  I’m sure it can also be a positive situation you have to deal with, but for me, it is not. It has literally ruined me. I am not the same person anymore. I have so much more hate in my head, hate in my heart, hate for the people around me that are so oblivious to what’s happening right underneath their noses. I wish I knew what to do. I wish someone else could tell me what the right thing to do is, but no one can tell you. No one can tell you what to do in any situation because they are not you. They do not know how you feel, how you will react, how your people will react. All you can do is make a decision, and hope that it’s the right one. Those odds aren’t very pleasing. Those odds, those are the odds of you destroying your family. Those are the odds of you being a disappointment. Those are the odds that can and will make or break your life.  So it makes me think. If those odds are so shitty, then why bother trying?  This situation, it’s going to make me go crazy.  It already has.

I am not who I used to be. And I don’t know how to come back from that.

• written in December 2016

Us

I’m afraid to move on because I’m scared to lose “us”.

No one but you…

But no one will ever understand your situation because no one was ever in the same place as you, no one was ever in the same struggle as you, so no one can help you make that decision, but you.

Shitty Thoughts

I never used to have negative thoughts about people – whether they were good, bad or indifferent – I never used to feel any which way about them.  Even if someone was the worst person in the world – I still never used to feel that they deserved the same shitty luck they wished upon others; but that happens now and I need to get out of that. Those thoughts will turn me into that shitty person and I cannot stoop down to be as low as them.

It’s funny though because as soon as I have the thought, I automatically have the opposite reaction like “No, that’s what a shitty person would think – just let it go and get over it.” So, at least that side still exists in my head…

I’m not totally shit outta luck.

Let my thoughts drain me, because they are already drowning me.

– nack, 2017

What?

I don’t like being public about my life. I don’t usually share. I am probably the last person to bitch and complain about something bothering me, but it’s time to share. Share with people who might be able to relate, who might learn, teach or grow from reading the excerpts of my life.

Writing is my outlet. From when I was a child to this very day – I have always loved writing. It’s in me to write, I know that. The problem is that I usually write when I have some sort of passionate feeling in me – something that has made me feel a certain way and I can’t get it out of my head.

Current mood: how to find a way to get out of my head space.