Rattled

I am my own person. I make my own decisions. The keyword is "I". Me, myself and I. I am independent and i will continue to be. It is my decision on who i want to date. Where i want to live. What i want to major in. Where i want to go. If people are going to try to tell me how to live my life, it is only going to backfire in their faces. I understand that everyone has a right to their own opinion but enough is enough. There is such thing as "crossing the line". If you are scared that i'm going to make the same mistakes you made or you don't want to see me leave and be far away from you then honestly just shut the hell up. Your words and your opinions that you constantly shove down my throat, are only gonna make me want to move farther and farther away. By you basically saying that i'm "being stupid" or that my dreams are too unrealistic, is only going to make me work harder at them. I want to prove you wrong. I will prove you wrong. I control my life. You helped me when i needed help and when i wasn't capable to do things on my own but enough is enough. I can't call you up when im 21 and ask you to drive me to the mall because the roads are icy. So let me learn now. When i meet "the guy" and he asks me to marry him and i say yes i'm not going to run home and ask you if it's okay. In order for me to become the woman you always say you want me to be i need to learn things by myself. I need to make mistakes. Sometimes i need to make huge mistakes and messy ones just so i know what doesn't work and what does. And you just need to let me. You need to just be on standby with a box of tissues or cartons of icecream. You need to start believing in me so that i don't feel completely on my own here. I do believe in myself and i always will. That will never change. But if you want to be apart of my life in a couple years then seriously start listening to me. Actually listening. Take in everything im saying and put yourself in my shoes. Sure, you might be right that you know better than me because you were 17 once but you got to live it and learn it so now i need to. 

J

You say you want me to be happy rather than sitting around wasting time waiting for you to get off of work. You say you feel awful that you have no time for me. So your solution is to "set me free". In a way it's cute. It's cute because you aren't being selfish and you are thinking about my feelings and you think you are doing what is best for me. But you're wrong. Us no longer being an us will not make me happy. It will make me the complete opposite. Miserable. I'd rather get all ready everyday hoping to see you and then getting bummed out if i don't. You make me happy. It hasn't even been two weeks but i'm already addicted. I want you. I want you in every way. Right now is a hard time for you? Well guess what, i'm here for you and that isn't going to change. You may not want me involved because you don't want to put your problems on me but it's too late because the minute i held your hand while walking in the snow it was a done deal. I fell for you. Maybe i fell way too hard way too fast but oh well. Sometimes the best love stories happen that way. I can't help the way i feel. I want to be here for you and with you and i want to work this out. School is hard and you need to focus? Then just call me ms. Tutor. I get it. Sometimes life gets way too hard to handle and sometimes it feels like you're suffocating. But i will do whatever i can to help you or do whatever to make this work. I like you and i'm tired of saying "goodbye" so i'm not letting another good thing walk away again. Something about you and me feels right and something about you makes me happy. So i'm in. 

Maria

Today is your birthday. You're 17 and it's killing me to not be able to send you a huge happy birthday txt and stop by your house with your gift. Everyday i miss you. Everyday i wish i could tell you something. Everyday i think about all the times we had and everyday i wonder how it all ended up like this. But you're happy. Or at least you seem like it. It was all my fault anyways.. So i can't really be mad at anyone but myself. Just wanted to wish you a happy birthday somewhere. You're truly so strong and independent and beautiful and you were such an amazing friend. I love you braj, happy birthday<3

Sex

It starts with the eyes. Eyes can speak for you when your lips cant find the right words. His bedroom eyes did all the talking most of the time. We could be doing nothing but just sitting there but the minute our eyes met, in those very sacred moments, we spoke to each other without words. Our feelings poured out of our eyes without us even having to tell each other. Some eyes you can't read.. But his eyes, those i could read just fine. In our wildest moment, his eyes confessed his feelings for me and it was in that moment that i knew i truly loved him. I had already known i was falling in love with him but that moment warned me that the falling was over and if i continued it could be dangerous. But i liked the danger. It fascinated me. I saw a hint of danger everytime i looked into his immense chocolate eyes. Then comes the touch. There's the touch that sends chills up and down your spine while giving you goosebumps at the same time. I was familiar with that type of touch because anytime he would even lay a finger on me my body would shiver. Then there was the touch that felt warm, the touch that had you feeling fire all over your body as if it was a sign of the sparks  you two had igniting. I felt both chills and fire that day. Next is the hug. The hug that's most important is the one we always wound up giving. The tight hug that lasts for more than ten seconds, the one that you feel so safe in, feeling like you're wrapped in your favorite blanket. The kiss. The sweet, slow, careful kiss. Laying there, wrapped in his muscular and secure arms, you meet his brown eyes, you smile, he smiles as his eyes seem to say "i feel it too", he lowers his head so his forhead touches yours, you peck his lip softly, holding his lips with yours, a few seconds go by, you let his lips go, open your eyes, and once again those deep brown eyes look into yours. You smile, he smiles. Your eyes say "i'm madly in love with you" and his seem to say "i know and i love that you love me". Next, you both commit the sweetest but most risky crime of all. Sex. And to think it all started with one quick glance. 

D.D.

I seriously miss you. I miss you. And only you. Yes, i miss your txts, i miss the way you say my name or how you have that cute nickname for me. I miss the way we used to just lay on my bed and cuddle. Or just sitting in your car saying nothing. I miss your touch. Even though your hands were rough and dry they still felt so amazing and percect on my skin. I miss your dark brown pieces of hair that were left on my pillow when you would leave. I miss your sarcasm. I miss the way you made me feel like i was somewhat special. I miss how crazy our "relationship" was. Nothing great ever comes easy. We had just as many downs as we had ups. Kissing you was like being able to taste all my dreams and feel them all coming true. The rush was just..simply amazing... It felt so unreal and there are truly no words to describe it. I've never been so open and honest with my feelings. With you i let every guard down, i acted absolutley reckless with my heart. Do i regret that? Sometimes. But only on nights like these. Nights where all i can think about is you. Nights when you're the one i want to run to. But deep down i know i lost you last winter break. Christmas day to be exact. The guy i fell in love with is long gone. Maybe i shoul've spoken up sooner. I was just too late. And sometimes in life that becomes the case. It just feels like a sharp knife in my stomach everytime im in my room and i look at my lacrosse stick because i think of the night you said it was "sick". I wanted you. I truly with all my heart wanted you. I wanted the sweet side of you that you would only let me catch a glimse of every once in a while, i wanted the asshole side of you. I wanted the not so innocent side of you. I wanted the funny side of you, all the silly things you would say that only made me laugh so hard and fall ten times harder for you. I wanted the competetive side of you. I wanted the ambitious side of you, you knew exactly what you wanted and that always made you seem even sexier in my eyes. I wanted every side of you and i still do. We've gone through so much together and i really hate that it all might be officially over. In August you showed me that the guy i once fell so hard in love with still might be around somewhere deep down inside of you and i don't want to let him go just yet. I would do anything to be your everything. And i just miss you. And i love you and i hate admitting that. Sound familiar? You've made me say that before and here i am months later saying it again. I wish i could actually tell you all of these things but i just cant. In order for this ever to work i need you to have the same realization i had months ago and the one i still have almost every single day. There isn't a day that goes by where i don't replay all of our memories together over and over in my head. I love you. I loved you once, always have, always will. 

Everything happens for a reason

I guess the worst part about being let down is the fact that in your head everything was perfect. Everything was going to go perfect. But that's when you realize that there's no such thing as perfect. When you look back on the memories and when you realize how happy you felt back then or when you look at an old photograph from around that time and you see a glow in your face or a sparkle in your eye and you look at pictures from the present day and you realize that sparkle is missing and that glow faded. That's when you really start to feel it. That sick feeling in your stomach and that overwhelming feeling in your head. Or how you swear you can really feel your heart breaking into a million little pieces. You start to wonder if there's ever a chance you're going to be that girl again. The one who had the sparkle in her eyes and the warm glow that lit up her enitire face. That's when you start to wonder if there's ever going to be a day where you just cant feel anymore. You cant feel any emotions at all and you're just numb. But what's even scarier is the eerie thought of never being able to shed another tear. Like one day what if you just run out of tears. What if your heart can only break so many times or what if you can only handle so much pain and heartbreak. What if there is seriously nothing going your way and it just gets worse? Are you really gonna make it still? It's the dark thoughts late at night and it's the laying in bed wide awake being scared and feeling your heart beating out of your chest and tasting the salt from your tears as they land on your lips as you try not to sob too loud. But you keep telling yourself "everything happens for a reason" but is that really true? 

Hello

My first post I did was just a preview of the drama and emotions I will be writing about.  I have chosen to keep this blog anonymous for many reasons.  I'll be honest with you, I'm going to blog whatever I am feeling.  I'll be using fake names for the people who will be mentioned for obvious reasons.  This is my personal blog and my goal is for anyone who visits my blog to feel like they know me and to feel connected to a point where they always check for a new post.  I'm going to vow to all of you now that I will post something on my blog everyday.  It might not always be a long post but it could be a picture that means something to me or represents something in my life or it could be my favorite lyrics or a favorite quote. I will always post something.  And I'll be blogging about problems in my daily life and events that have happened to me in the past couple years.  Because I'm anonymous you will not know my age straight up but I'm sure you'll be able to put the pieces together eventually.  I love writing with all my heart.  I've been writing poetry and stories since I was a little one.  My future goal is to become a writer for...well I can't say because that will give away too much and besides someone once told me that if you announce a secret out loud it puts that idea into someone else's head and they might steal that away from you.  Therefore, my lips are sealed.  I also love to draw.  A lot of the moments that are saved in my head I like to draw on paper so I never ever forget them.  There's just a little bit about me.  I'd love to hear from you guys that do actually take the time to read my blog though!  It's nice to know people support me.  Love you fellow blogger's<3  Ps- I love reading other people's work too so just let me know and I'll be sure to take a look.


            Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite,
                                                                          -A.A. (Anonymous Aly) xo 

Me, Myself, and I

The sharpness of the pain...the bitter taste left in your mouth...the dark, dark places that race through your mind.  You feel as if you're fighting a battle everyday to stay alive.  But you feel yourself slowly slipping under the immense waves that seem to crash down on you everyday called life.  You flash back to the day it all happened, back to the day where you wish you would've realized that your life would never ever be the same if you made that move.  Sure you can think it may have hit you days ago or weeks ago but sometimes it doesn't truly hit you until that one morning when you look in the mirror to put your makeup on and you see a reflection in the mirror looking back at you and that's when you start.  That's when you feel the pain in the pit of your stomach and you just start sobbing harder than you've ever sobbed before and it gets to the point where you don't know if you'll ever be able to stop in time to get ready.  When you question if you'll be able to pull yourself together.  You're absolutely terrified at what you just saw in your bedroom mirror.  "Why am I scared?" you ask yourself.  And then that's when the words finally come out of your mouth, that's when you're forever changed because you know deep down you're about to admit to yourself what you've already known way deep down inside of you for weeks.  Suddenly it all becomes surreal because for some reason finally saying those words out loud makes it seem so much more serious and permanent.  You know that when you finally say these words there's no turning back.  You swallow those tears and the back of your throat starts to hurt and then you softly speak the words as you look in the mirror at the terrifying reflection.  You say.. "I don't know that girl anymore".  And then you start to wonder how it could be possible for you to not be the same person you always used to be.  To feel like you're in someone else's body every single second of every single day.  You're just tired.  Tired of pretending and tired of faking it.  You lost who you used to be and you're scared to admit you'll never be that same person ever again for as long as you should live.  The change has happened and you realize that you're way past saving now.  For nine weeks you've been living a lie.  But the only person you've been lying to is yourself.  So you turn away from your mirror and you face your room.  As you look around all you see are memories and the pain starts again in the pit of your stomach and your eyes start to get wet again.  And one by one, posters come down, things start to get put in boxes, photos get torn, you start to redesign your safest haven and you hope that by getting rid of the memories you'll start to feel better.  But even after the final box gets taken to the garage you still feel that empty feeling inside of you and your heart still aches and the tears still continue to pour out of your eyes like Niagara Falls.  And you realize that no torn down posters or empty picture boards will ever help you forget.  He's still on your mind, she's still on your mind, the two people you loved more than anything in the world are still on your mind.  And you start to tremble and shake and the sobbing continues because you realize that they are never going to leave your head.  And that is what really, really terrifies you.