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Ive tried my best to stay away, but its not good. I just want to be happy and have a family of my own. I love my family, but i want to make my own life with someone. Im thinking more about my life passing me by, I don’t mind dealing with my family problems, but I want something more. I love Javi, but we don’t have a future, he may not want one, but I do. I’ve sacrificed so much for so many people in my life, and i feel like no one really wants me there anyways.

I just want to be in love, I want to dance under the moonlight caressing the face of the one i chose to gave my heart to.

Is that a crime?

I don’t want to run away from my trauma, I’ve taken these years to heal myself, inside and out.

I just want to wake up next to someone who is going to want to keep me there, and proves it to me.

I have a good heart, I have so much to give. No one wants it, they just want my body.

It makes me sad sometimes, that I’m only wanted for one thing.

I’m trying to date again. Is it futile? Am i just going to end up like I was being emotionally neglected and used for my body, for what I represent but not for whats inside my mind, my heart, or my soul? I wish I could find that person, someone who will fulfill my needs and make me feel like I can finally stop sailing through the harsh waters alone. If I had someone who wants to go all the way and no just leave me at a random harbor and take my ship with them.

I always get left behind. Always.

I wish that would stop.

I’m putting my self out there for someone to find, I feel like one of those discount puppies watching everyone else get adopted when I’m at work. I see the happy moms with their kids, no work, no cares, they have security.

Will I get to that 10 year mark? I don’t know if I’ll even make it to the 5th.

I think I will just have to risk it again, I know I’m risking it. I just want to try and see if there’s someone I’m supposed to meet now, I want to change my life and take control of the narrative instead of being swayed by everyone’s else’s waters. I want my ship to take me there, and I wont let anyone onboard who isn’t following my rules. Im tired of being swayed by other peoples water. I’m done with it.

I want to trust more openly, but I cant. I wish I could, but I cant. You’ll just have to deal with it.

It’s a shame, i know, but this is how it has to be, otherwise I’ll just stay alive and alone.

This time I was attending a party or private show, I also worked for the band or the label, I was picking up some posters or something I needed them to sign. I hung out with Matty drinking and talking about music, the newest shows and some places we wanted to eat at. He talked about how he misses just being regular but that he loves making music that can change people, he was really kind and sweet to me. I think that's a side of Matty that is genuine about him is that he just is and isn't trying to be something else even though he is cool he's just a guy.

I feel that I connect with my music a little too much and because of my autistic empathy sometimes I get a peek into people's lives I never asked for. But I hope that these people I make friends with in my dreams are happy this is like the 4th dream I've had where me and Matty are just hanging out.

I remember Micheal, my heart was very fond of him.

I think he went back to his wife, and I was left in shambles, trying to find the love he brought up in me in someone else ...I still have not been able to find anyone I had a connection like that with, with the exception of Javi, but even then, there are differences, Michael was more responsive to me.

Telling me how I was overwhelming for him and he wanted to end things, I never stopped Loving him. Even now. I dream about him from time to time and in my dreams we reminisce about what once was and sometimes we are together, sometimes we just happen to meet.

I know Javier made his choices and he didn't choose me. He doesn't value me, he would rather be open to other people, he doesn't want exclusively to date me and I want to be loved the way I loved Michael.

I don't think it will ever happen, it was rare. It was volatile, I will never forget him, but I must move on from both of them.

I kissed you.

And you held me.

And you kissed me back.

And we were together again, and you told me you'd never let me go. How it was a mistake letting me go the first time and how you were sorry it happened that way.

Beneath the aquarium I searched for you as you left me alone in yoir house. And I met your mom and your friend came over,she was allover you and when I called her out you chose me.

You held me from behind and looked away from her, she stormed off.

Your mom was happy that we were so happy.

I was so happy. But it was just a dream.

Everything I ever wanted exists in another world.

You kissed me back so passionately...how I always wanted you to do.

I think about disappearing from your life everyday.

Because all I want is to sit onyour lap and kiss you, because try as I may, I can't get over you.

But it's over, and I know I have to move on but I don't want to.

It's not real, and you don't exist and I cant recall the last time I was kissed.

It felt so real, I can still feel that passionate kiss and you casually kissed me when you saw me.

Oh how I wish you would come back to me.

I look into your eyes when we hang out and long for our past.

I always hope for the best, I capture my happiness and my heartbreaks.

I see the patterns.

I am aware how tiring it must be to know me.

See me falling for the same traps time after time.

Always hoping, wishing "this time it's different"

I am always hoping this one will "get me"

Impossibly "love me"

How do I keep myself from having hope?

I want to protect my heart but it willingly gives itself away, let's itself be known and heard.

I want it to die.

I want to stop hoping.

It's to painful for me and I'm tired of it.

If you know how please tell me, I don't want to keep falling in love with shitty people who never give a damn about me.

I am growing older and I wish I had someone with me, I want to feel safe in the arms of someone who gives a fuck about me.

That love could kill the pain.

I have so much love to give in this patched up heart of mine.

I know I am desired sexually, men love to talk to me because I listen and I care.

I want to be heard too.

He said he cared about me too much to be with me.

My head lies to my heart, and my heart it still believes.

I wish you wanted me as badly as I want you, you want to stay friends, I wanna kiss your neck.

Where am I gonna find you when you're right infront of me?

You tell me you don't want me, but you want my best...my best is for that person who loves me, you said it can't be you, that you can't do it...what about what I want?

I wish you wanted more than I wanted.

It hurt, but I am always hurt, I saw the tall grass in the darkness, you said yes, then you said no, I am on my knees in the darkness feeling the hole inside me, the void where you should be, it consumes me and I realized I've always been there.

I know men don't want me.

I understand that now, I will never be the one they chose. I will always be the one that's there for a season, and replaced or discarded.

I wish my heart would give out hope, because it's not happening, women like me don't get the happiness we dream of.

It's never enough though.

I like being alone, until I don't.

I want to make a connection but its hard foe me to trust people, and when I think I can I get scared and my mind reminds me I'm replaceable, and I start to feel like even though I want to feel special, or that I can trust a man, my stomach seizes and I feel the pit is empty, I can feel detachment and I don't want to give into the anxious need to be reassured.

I feel like I should just also detach and not bring up my feelings, because if I'm questioning if I'm being valued, I'm not.

I miss feeling loved and wanted, I can always have sex with anyone, sex is easy, I want to be truly happy...with someone I know loves me.

I feel like this song will be replaying in my head tomorrow.

I have a date with Danny, I've been matching and talking to him off and on for a few years...

I wonder what that's gonna be like.

Will he want to date like continously?

He seems interested in sleeping with me, and I'm kind of okay with that, I'm talking to someone else who I feel sees...me.

I am reminded of Michael yet again, I like to think that Michael loved me, somehow, I thought our chats were deleted but I found a few a couple of days ago. He was sweet...but genuinely, he didn't want anything from me, concerned with me, I wish we met first.

Of the loves of my life he hasn't moved from his place in my heart, like Archie...who can top first love, childhood love? It feels like that is a space that will never be replaced, I want to write about it, my life, how my Borderline started early with childhood neglect, how my autism was unseen and developed into Borderline as I was treated in according to my inability to be understood in a world full of cues I had to learn and did not naturally abide by.

I wonder who I'll be tomorrow.

There's two guys I've talked to for a while but they never made the move to ask me out but I knownthey are interested, stalk ym story always letting me know that they are interested, I've just never really been single to pursue them. Or I guess let myself be pursued by them

We will call them Dan and Mitch.

But I also met someone else who I have really nice conversations with we will all hom Benny, and he's kind of a wierdk like me.

I don't really want to have anything serious right now, I want to focus on art and design and my career and I think that energy is what's making these men pursue me.

They are all pretty successful, really attractive, just my type of tall skinny white guy that is artistic, but like I said I don't want anything... serious...I think Dan know this, he told me he wanted something like that.

I just want to have like fun dates with someone consistent like a fwb situation, something to distract me a little from my life...my horrid life.

My brother's cancer came back...

My father is dying, my abuser is dying, the reason I am traumatized and crazy from years of gaslighting and walking on eggshells, reminded I am nothing but wasted space, to not be minded and to be degraded and hated.

That man is dying.

I am trying my best not to treat him as he did when I was a child, but it is hard, I do give him a taste of his own medicine.

I still have to pick him up from dialysis.

I still see the little girl who would run away crying after he shouted and slapped her, called her useless and dismissed her, she hid under the bed and cried, who cherished the gourmet peanut butter cups he gave her for her birthday, aye them slowly and thought she felt her fathers love, that under all those times she walked past him too loudly and he yelled and hit her, that look in his face when he saw her and he called her fat and ugly, I was only 9 when he attacked my siblings and I in the kids pool for having fun too loudly, because I was defiant he hit me harder.

I blocked out a lot of my childhood,but some things will neverleave me.

I think that is why I want to do this job, to save the kids...I wish someone had saved me.

I'm glad no one took me away from my mother, my brother and sister. But my father...I always wished my mom left him.

I gave him plenty of chances to men's our relationship, he did not take any of them and now I'm expected to forgive him and be the gibberish person. For what purpose??

Nothing will change when he's gone, I learned that when my grandmother passed, another abuser in my life, we share the gene that gave us this mental illness.

His treatment of her normalized abuse to me, it's why when men abused me, I thought it was okay, because I never known the love of a man that wasn't hurtful and bitter and fake.

What's happening to him now is karma, for what he put my family through, he is useless, he is the one who is on the bottom now.

When he passes it will hurt my sister the most, she is just like him...

This is one reason I don't want a relationship, no man will ever be there for me while I'm goi g through this.

They do not have empathy, or space for a broken girl and all of her problems.

If it wasn't for Matty Healy I don't know where I would be, there was so much I have lived through with them in the background and the 1975 really capture the Millenial existence as the years go by, album by album.

Being Funny in a Foreign Language is ...so genuine.

I can feel his breath on my skin when I hear About You. I am driving through the mountain crying When You're With Me, I am chasing after a broken heart Oh Caroline, the new Intro I trip inside my mind and look at my life behind me, I get up and keep moving forward, forgiving myself for my mistakes.

It's the same damn think that made my heart surrender.

I love music when it lights a fire in my heart, where I can create, the only other times I feel that way is with a supportive partner.

I want to follow thar dream I have, where I give myself to art and really try it, without fear.

Really?

I am seeing myself metamorphose into someone I haven't been in so long, I am scared of it.

My aunt sent me a picture of my grandmothers grave in her hometown.

More of a village really, jts a provincial town but definitely no bigger than 300 population.

The graveyard is across the main highway road from the town and there's a small river that runs through it, she's buried with her mother, a child that died early and my grandfather.

We didn't have anywhere to place grand father and my mom wanted him someplace we could easily get to him.

Things ended with Chase, I wonder if he was just using me, the more I think about his behavior it seemed like he liked me, and the second he saw something he didn't like he deprioritized me, put me in a shelf to use and prioritized another girl who could give him more than I could. I let him borrow like 400$ which is more than I ever gave jacob, he says he'll pay me back but he never even called me back.

I still don't know what he ever thought of me, but I decided it wasn't enough. I am done giving my best self to someone who breaks his promises and uses me.

I will the most difficult girl to date now.

I expect only greatness and if you can prove you deserve me Maybe, you can get a glimpse at my soul, until then I will remain by myself.

I want to focus on my art. My career and my family over all.

I'm anxious...

What will you tell me tomorrow?

I'm used to being thrown away...I'm a lot I know...I want to believe that you will tell me you can handle it. That this was a lesson for both of us...that you want to remain...

I shouldn't rely on you for happiness I know.

He talks on the phone to someone else...

Another girl??? The girl with the green hair?

She went private on IG now....

I don't think Chase cherishes me like he says...

He says he needs to focus on surviving

Maybe dating or fuxking a rich girl to survive... I don't know

I just know that if he doesn't prove to me he still wants to make this work my heart will die...and I don't want that.