I Dream of Saints

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Here I am, writing again. Releasing my experiences through my fingertips and into the vast internet to be consumed. This time I express conflict. My perplexed nature as I encounter this modern sensuality. Conflict of my mind and actions – this disassociation of my heart and psyche.

I see her, and I am permeating with joy. Though I do not love her. At least not in any measure that I have ever encountered. This is a new, colorful feeling.

Last night I dreamed of her. Meeting at night, we kissed – but when my mom caught us she said she would find what I loved most and take it from me, simply to make my life miserable.

There is this fascination that follows her – it’s alluring and seductive. Nearly magnetic.

Trying to take things as slowly as possible, I’ve agreed that we shouldn’t seek any relationship. It would be a lie to say I didn’t care for her, though. She inspires me, invokes curiosity. Happiness.

Nonetheless, I want to be single. I rush into relationships far too often, and find myself regretting it 9 times out of 10. Allowing for my emotions to fog my judgement. Trying to avoid regret and heartbreak, I’m allowing for the world to let things fall into place.

Why are you a bitch?

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I’ve had this internal struggle recently about the kind of person I am, which is natural for  a seventeen year old.

I apologized to Megan, or better known on this blog as the “bitch-faced-cunt”, because I started feeling like I was living a very bitter life.

I don’t want to be a bitter person, and so I apologized for the way I treated her – which I had done because I was drowning in hormones, disorders, and the effect of my parent’s divorce.

So now, when I’m annoyed at Ashlyn, I start wondering if she is just the new Megan. I don’t want another person like that in my life – someone who I just hate. But I feel the same way about Cheyanne as well. They just really annoy me.

But it’s because they’re inconsiderate of other’s feelings and are fucking judgmental as hell.

Like, Ashlyn told me that she thought my sister wore too much make-up. The other day, she made a comment about the way I was signing yearbooks at school and she always comments on the clothes I wear or how much makeup I have on. She bothers me because she acts like she’s a better person than everyone else, when she really isn’t. She’s not nicer, she’s not more moral, and I don’t think she should be acting like she has something no one else has. Sure, she is intelligent, but intelligence doesn’t make her superior. Fuck, I know I’m intelligent – but in no way do I think that makes me better than anyone else.

We are all people, who have emotions and a desire to be loved. Fuck her for being a cunt about thinking she’s the best all the time.

I feel like we all know an Ashlyn – someone who acts holier than thou. Well I have a message for them, they can go fuck themselves.

But does that make her a new Megan?? Because I really do not like her – but I don’t want to be a bitter and hateful person. I don’t want to drive away my friends because I’m always complaining.

I want to be a nice person, someone that others can trust. I want to be the person that makes people feel welcome and loved, when it feels like everyone else is icing them out.  I want to be kind to even those I dislike – and in all honesty, I have been kind to Ashlyn (most of the time). I smile at her when I see her in the hall, even though she has probably only smiled back at me once and I talk with her and laugh at her jokes and never make petty remarks to her..

But then does that make me two-faced?

See, this is what I mean when I say I’m conflicted by my thoughts and actions.

I don’t like her, but I want to be kind to her because I want to be a decent person, so I end up being nice to her even though on the inside I’m making fun of her.

Also, she says she doesn’t like her vagina – who says that sort of thing?? And I feel bad that she would be so open about hating her own vagina. It makes me wonder if she is just very insecure and is begging to be approved by others. In that event, I would honestly feel bad for her. If she is so desperate to be loved by others that she would act out this way, I want to help her feel loved.