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No Shame November (Pt. 3)

Edited so I'm not "google-able" "I've lost myself. Honestly, if someone tole me to describe myself I'm not sure what I would say.
My name is Tiffany, I'm 19, I live in ***. I don't drink, smoke or do any kind of drug. I love to read but lately I haven't wanted to in fear of distracting myself from schoolwork. I think very philosophically, sometimes what I'm saying isn't comprehensible, even to myself. My mouth tends to work faster than my mind but I trust it because it's right (most of the time). I like to play sports rather than watch. However, I haven't played many sports lately because I'm so out of shape and no one to play with because no one likes volleyball, I'm not that great at basketball and not enough people want to play football. I care deeply about many people but try not to show it too much. Usually people think I have a rough exterior but in actuality I'm as soft as a marshmallow. I've built up my defenses to protect myself, I used to be extremely sensitive. For you to really get to know me, it would take a very long time because I'm still figuring myself out. I like hugs and comfortable affection. Hugs really make me feel happy and cared for. I'm cross-dominant, emotional and analytical, and it drives me crazy. I like to write stories, but not lately. When I do write it has to be in pen or I will keep going back and fixing things with my anal English-major mind; it will never get finished. Writing help me open up. It's easier for me to write than to talk. I used to write stories but I've lost my mojo. I mostly write in cursive because my old teacher got me into the habit. I used to be an old English major but my Mechanical Technology major will get done faster and will have better jobs. It's with a theatre emphasis because I love working backstage and seeing everything come together. I'm thinking of going back for an English degree once I'm settled down.
You will rarely see me with new friends because I've become extremely awkward. The people you may see me with have probably known me for a long time, pre-awkward stage. If you see me talking to new people then I'm trying extremely hard not to be shy. The same goes for when I'm talking to them without eye contact. I reflexively make eye contact with people I'm speaking with, but I know some people are uncomfortable with it so I make an effort to not do it. I like random movies. My DVD collection consists of movies I'll randomly crave on any given day. Les Miserables is my favorite DVD. I've seen it so many times I've lost count. Once in awhile I'll get into video games but I'm not a serious gamer. I try to let people know that my life is complicated but they don't believe me when I try to explain. I don't give specifics because it really is too complicated. There are a lot of 'but' and 'it depends' in my explanations. I really don't want to. I want to be able to make plans and keep them. Why don't I? It's complicated. I'm kind of forced into a hermit lifestyle because I'm traumatized. When my friends go out without me I kind of get jealous. I rarely get jealous about anything but that's one of them. When people ask me what I'm doing or what I'm up to I get embarrassed. Everyone who's free tells me that I'm old enough to get up and leave but it's not that simple. I wish it were. I tend to complain when I'm feeling uncomfortable, honestly, I don't like to whine. At first I did it joking ly to fill awkward silences but it's become a bad habit. By the way, unless we have some things in common, my conversation skills suck. I try, I really do, but I don't let my mouth run with new people. I don't know if I'll say anything that will upset them or make them uncomfortable so I play it safe.
My family feels like a love-hate relationship. I think so differently from them but I know their mind sets so well that I'm traumatized. The majority think I'm stupid and treat me as such. The only time they're truly nice is if they're being conscious of their actions, usually when there is a visitor. They're very judgmental and kind have bigot tendencies. Whenever I try to get them to see how mean they're being they get defensive. I'm only trying to help, it's not like I'm shoving it in their faces and calling them assholes. They do have good sides though, especially mom. She cares a lot but tries not to be too gushy. I told myself, maybe 9th grade, that I will always love my mom. No matter how cranky she gets, if she pisses me off or pushes me away. She will always be the one I take care of. I don't want to talk about Dad and him, it'll make me cry. The other one is a big sweetheart who just wants to be loved and respected but he has the worst controlled temper in the house. I have 2 brothers and a sister that are half-siblings, the boys from dad and the girl from mom. Dad doesn't like mom's side of the family and he's really rude about it. When they got married he told Mom that she was his family now, separating her from her own family. I'm gonna do that when I get married so he can see what a dick move it is. Just drift away towards my husband's family and see how he feels.
Even with all that I've just written, there's still a piece of me missing. Inside I'm yearning to become who I really want to be. It's like a saying I've read before: 'I'm in between who I am, who I'm becoming, and who I want to be; and I don't know what to do.'"

No Shame November (Pt. 2)

I was gonna space these out over a couple days, but I lost my entertainment for the night and I just drank coffee. I have nothing else to do, sadly..

"I'm feeling sad today. Like I'm a pathetic lump with no purpose. The reason I'm here is to give people attention when they need it. Like I'm some sort of verbal punching bag people use when they need to let stuff go. But when the punching bag gets soft and needs some care taken to it everyone walks by it without giving any notice unless it falls off it's stand, maybe the chain breaks. They'll fix it while cursing the punching bag like it let itself fall. The chain mends, they walk away, the process starts over.
I stopped playing guitar because it doesn't make me happy anymore. Mom kept asking me to play for her but when I would come to her with a new song she'd pay more attention to the tv. When I'd be playing a song they knew they'd get excited and ask me to play more, but they wouldn't like my other songs. It wasn't ever good enough. I played a song for dad on Father's Day, he didn't even listen. I had stopped playing for myself and when I would try I felt stupid, I wasn't good enough. Whenever I hear a really pretty acoustic song, I get the urge to learn it. I know I won't, though. Even on the off-chance that I do try, I stop -- It never sounds right, I'm playing wrong
There's no one I can talk to openly. She doesn't like hearing people complain, he doesn't act like he cares, she is unresponsive and whenever I talk to her I feel worse afterwards. No one really wants to hear me, they don't hear what I'm trying to say rather than the jumble mess I actually spew out. Oh, he look, a punching bag.
Feeling empty and trapped sucks. Since I can't (well, it feels like I can't) do anything to fix that I have to plaster a fake smile on my face, sounds a forced laugh, and make myself look proper. My own family won't really talk to me unless they're drunk. My friends, I feel like they get along much better without me. I feel untrusted, used and unwanted. How can I make this go away? I don't even read anymore. I'm so unhappy it hurts. I would rather hurt than be numb. When I'm numb I don't feel anything, I can't even fake happiness. I had a dream last night that a friend was black-mailing me. He wanted sex or we couldn't be friends anymore. In my dream he was my best friend, I don't want to drop so low for that to be the only way for me to feel loved.
I make people think about what they're doing. It pisses them off a lot. I don't really do it on purpose, I just think differently. Sometimes I'll say something and they'll laugh, but I just look at them and ask why that was funny. They just stop and look at me, realizing it meant something else. Sometimes they'll explain, or at least try to explain, why it's funny.
I ask 'why' a lot. Not to question authority, not to imply they're wrong; it's just curiosity. Most people don't see it that way. They think I'm being a smart ass, trying to prove them wrong. Honestly, I just like knowing things. I don't mean gossip. The smallest things are more interesting than the general picture. What makes up that general picture, all the specifics and "randomness" behind it, it intrigues me. Especially people and mechanics. How does this work? What were their thoughts behind all of this? Why did they choose that instead of this? What makes them hurt inside? Why does that hurt them? How can I fix it? Maybe that's why I can't handle bigots very well. They only see one thing but not the possibilities, none of the background stories to it. How can you truly appreciate anything if you don't really know it?"

No Shame November (Pt. 1)

"Even though I'm not supposed to, I'm going to be self-conscious throughout this entire entry. It's just a part of me. Whenever I'm writing, there's always a little tiny piece of me that's thinking 'what would somebody think if they read this?' However, I'll try my best to be completely honest.
I'm conceited. I'm conceited because I am aware of all the little things going on. It makes me aware of myself and how others see me; it's not a vain trait. It drives me crazy. I try not to make most things into big deals, but I'm insanely over-analytical about these little things I see. Then I always have to answer 'why'. Why doesn't he make eye contact when he speaks? Is he shy? Does he do this to everyone? Do I make him uncomfortable? Why would I make him uncomfortable? Does he like me? Has he heard rumors from mutual acquaintances? Am I intimidating? And round and round these questions go. Never settling because most of the time they go unanswered. It drives me insane because my brain never shuts up. But when I need to think, to focus on a task, my brain feels dead. Like it's under-stimulated.
I whine and complain way more than I intend to. At first I would do it as a joke, but now it's become a reflex to fill awkward silences. When I hear myself complaining, I get so annoyed. I just want to yell at myself to shut up, it's not even a bad situation, you're being stupid.
I crave comfort in the form of intimacy. Not sex or any of that but just feeling close to someone. Hugs. I love hugs. I never get hugs anymore. Last week, I was with a friend and we ended up linking arms, holding hands and hugging each other. I don't like him any more than a close friend, I'm just comfortable enough to be close with him that way and it made me feel so happy. I felt cared about. I've felt like such a black sheep for so long, it was nice to feel wanted. Of course my over-analyzing kicked in afterwards but since I haven't seen him in awhile I shut it up telling myself to get over it. It doesn't completely work.
Sometimes I need to check that I can feel my lips touching. It ensure me that I'm not thinking out loud. I get these bouts of paranoia that people can hear what I'm thinking, like I'm saying all of it without noticing. It's not that I'm thinking mean things, they're just embarrassing things. Like if a guy is cute or something, or if I'm feeling self-conscious.
There were times when I would be so driven and focused on my goals, I knew that I would be going somewhere in the future; I felt confident. I'm so disappointed in who I've become. I used to take all of the negativity that was thrown at me and turn it into a challenge. It would become motivation to get away from here. But now, I was kicked to the ground and I can't get back up. Ever since I canceled on UNR, it all just hurts. It feels like I'm trapped here and there's nothing I can do about it. Every time someone puts me down, say I'm not good enough, makes fun of me to make themselves feel better; I just feel worthless. Nothing I do is right, I'm considered stupid even though I've had the highest education than anyone in my house. It's all slowly eating away at me. It makes me so angry, I just want to punch somebody, but of course I won't. My family (and some other old acquaintances) try to make me out to be this bad person. I know in my heart that I'm not but it's so suffocating! I can't get away from it. It's traumatized me so much that I think random passerbys glance at me and see an uptight bitch. The old me would see that, find a way to get money and plan my escape route. This me, the one who has trouble coping, just wants to curl up in bed and feel disgusted with herself. No amount of pep talks have been able to fix me. No on really understands."

It Really Is Shameful...

...how I haven't been posting. But I've been writing in my journal lately and I've been doing 'No Shame November'. I decided, to make up for my lack of "hey mia I'm alive, I promise" posts, (EVEN THOUGH SHE DOESN'T POST TO RELIEVE MY ANXIETY!) *Ahem. I decided to post my No Shame November pages piece by piece. That way it'll seem like a lot. Even though it's probably not so long in text, oh well.
I should describe what No Shame November is though. It's pretty much you write everything, thoughts, feelings, and whatnot; and you can't be shy about it. You have to be completely honest, especially if it's risky. Write things that it's hard to say out loud. Secrets, stories and whatever. Even though when I wrote it I was thinking no one is gonna read it, I really should post it. Boost of confidence and all that fuckery x]I will change some names though to general he/she and the like just to be polite, and because even though this is complete honesty, some things I don't want EVERYONE to know who it's about. (this is public!!! D:)
And so we begin!♥

Just posting this so I can delete the post it

...It is ever painful to a candid mind to exhibit the deformed features of its own species; yet truth requires a just portrait of the public delinquent, though he may possess such a share of private virtue as would lead us to esteem the man in his domestic character, while we detest his political, and execrate his public transactions. "Creating an American Culture"

I'm Insanely Happy

..for the time being :D Well, like most teenagers, I've been needing to find out who I am. Then this weekend I realized I know who I am and I've known all along but I've been suppressing it. I like to please people, but I always knew I was a push over so I would stand up for myself or act kind of jerk-ish to get people to leave me alone. But I contradict myself because my friends, that I love so much, turn me into someone else. It's not their fault at all because I let them without even knowing. I don't necessarily like who they've turned me into but I don't hate it either. I guess that's why I felt such a strong feeling of loss, like I had lost myself and couldn't find my way back. I let them treat me like a push over and since I don't really rebel to their interests, (cause really I agree with them just not always as much as they do on some things) I don't really give them any hints that 'hey I have my own thoughts too and I want to be able to express them just as much as you do.' And I really do need to express myself. I hate how I'm suppressing my thoughts and emotions so much, it's ridiculous. I try to tell my friends things but they don't always seem to hear it, or I'll try to try to start to tell them something but someone will make a joke and then it's gone.

This past weekend some of my cousins came into town and my aunt came from the Philippines. I was excited because I hadn't seen them in so long. But, you see, when I was little I never felt very close to my cousins because I felt like they ignored me and whatnot. Now I guess they're starting to get used to the idea that I'm not a kid anymore. So I'm comfortable around them, I act like my REAL self around them and they accepted it. They accept that I don't drink or smoke, they let me watch the last episode of Doctor Who without teasing me, rather they started to join me. They understand my sarcasm and they know I don't mean anything rude from it. This entire weekend I didn't have to explain myself. I didn't have to say 'I didn't mean it that way' or 'no that's not how I meant it' because they didn't judge me like some other people do. Honestly I'm so tired of having to explain myself, I'm tired of having to argue every single day. I'm tired of not being accept by my friends and some of my family. I'm tired of subconsciously molding myself in order to fit their lives. I want to be this happy person I was this weekend, because I missed her so much.

Honestly, I'm scared that this is all some sort sugar high and it's going to come crash soon. I hope to God it doesn't happen because this is the happiest and most confident I've been in so long :] I'm off to enjoy the last hours of this weekend before my lovelies depart in the morning<3