I thought that if I went to Starbucks it would help me from having a mental block at writing. It turns out that it’s only making my mental block that much more apparent. I wrote something last night that I thought was pretty damn good, but I refrained from sharing it because it hit so close to home that I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feeling.
It was about suicide and my take on suicide and how I feel like it is the most selfish thing in the entire world. That was my thoughts last night.
I just have random thoughts and I write them down and somehow they come out so beautifully and they just pour out on to the paper or keyboard or whatever it is. They pour out.
Today I have been thinking a lot about love. What does love mean? Can you find love? Is it possible to find it on a dating app? What does love even look like?
I have also been thinking a lot about myself and what I want the perfect version of myself to look like if we lived in a perfect world. What would she do on a daily basis? Where would she go? How would she interact?
I don’t know the answer to that. I just know that I want to be someone who is admirable, Whatever that means. (Insert idk emoji)
What are traits and qualities of someone who is admirable?
Do I even have a role model to look up to?
Love my mom to death, but she is not my ideal person of who I want to be. She has the most beautiful soul. It’s absolutely gorgeous, but she is not what I aspire to be.
I want to be like my aunt josie who is so full of grace, and love, and patience, and serenity.
She always looks nice. She is always up to something. She is never bored. She keeps her private life private and she is not all about herself. She is not busy trying to make people like her. She doesn’t have to send love notes.
I want to send love notes. I want to have both characteristics of my mom and my aunt josie. I want to love so intensely. Yet I want to hold back with precaution for the right one.
My ideal person, who I want to be is open and genuine, yet discreet with her information, and caring about the little things in life like sending love notes to other people.
My ideal person would have an address book that is full of addresses that I can keep track of and always remember birthdays and send a card. I need to start with family.
My ideal person also takes care of herself and her soul. She gives her body nourishment. And I always make myself presentable to people around me.
My ideal person would pick up running as a hobby instead of some other bad habit.
I am so infatuated with the idea of falling in love and it being wonderful that I won’t allow it to just happen. I am so scared of not ever loving again, so I force myself to try and love these boys but I don’t even like them, let alone could I ever love them. I chase after boys for no other reason than to gain their attention, not because they are even worthy of love.
Guys are so dumb and they all want one thing. They want the cookie. I am not going to give them the cookie because I value myself more than that.
I want a relationship that will last. Doug and Andrew are my two lasts before I just call it quits for the long haul. I don’t think it will work out. I don’t think that anything will come of it. I just don’t see myself with either of them.
It feels so good to write my feelings out and express them. Even if it is just pointless banter on a key board. It feels good to release so many things that have been roaming around in my head but I haven’t said them out loud.
I know this journal entry sounds so scattered and all over the place, I am well aware of that. However, my mind has been a bit scattered and all over the place thinking of so many random thoughts and it just happened to spill out onto paper.
It feels good to let it all out and let it all go. Things that I have been thinking for years but never allowed myself to pour out to anyone. It’s all suppressed and trapped in there it’s just a matter of letting them out and into the open so I can expose them and see how I am feeling and what exactly it is that I am going through.
It feels great to be out here at Starbucks and just sit here writing my heart out and pouring it all on to paper.
I have so much more to say but Britt just pulled up.