We used to have fun. Didn’t we? I think I remember good times of just you and me. I would confess my thoughts and feelings to you and in reply you would say something encouraging. Remember that? Those were good days.
Remember when I felt like I could tell you anything? I used to go on and on about how vibrators make my vagina numb, but I buy them anyway and then don’t use them. Or about how excited I was to finally find a lube that didn’t make my vagina feel slimy and gross. Wasn’t that exciting? What about when I felt like I had things I couldn’t talk to anyone else about and I shared them with you and you patted me on the back and told me everything would be alright. That was nice.
I feel stuck lately, Blog. I keep thinking about getting rid of you or turning off comments to relieve the pressure, but I don’t think that is what I am looking for. Maybe it’s school…I don’t have a much time to devote to you and I certainly don’t get to go out and read new blogs and try and connect with new bloggers like I would like to. I do stay in contact with my regulars and that should feel like enough. I also haven’t been happy at work lately and money never seems to be enough.
My birthday is coming up and I thought I would be somewhere else right now. Not divorced and living in a room at my parent’s house with my new girlfriend. I need something more.
As usual, Blog, I don’t even know where I am going with this. Blogging often makes me feel like I can’t write. I have a terrible time with editing and grammar. Everyone seems more articulate than I am. Everyone seems funnier than I am.
When I am out with people joking and being myself they often say, “This is what you should be writing about”! It just doesn’t come naturally to me. I try to remember jokes and topics for you, but my memory sucks and I just can’t. Then when I do I worry it is going to offend someone and maybe I wouldn’t care if I had more people interested in you, but I don’t and I worry about offending the ones that are.
That’s silly though right? I mean, of course, people aren’t going to agree with me on everything. Why should they? I don’t agree with some of my favorite bloggers, but I don’t like them any less. I might not comment that day or politely disagree in comments, but the next entry I am back to giving them comment love. Why do I think it would be different for me?
I guess I need to relax. You tell me that sometimes and I don’t listen. I go back and forth about going back on my anxiety medication about as often as I think about dying my hair…which is a lot. I don’t want to be crazy anymore. I spent my teenage years being crazy wild Angela who gets in trouble all the time. Who says and does what she wants. I don’t want to be that person anymore. However, I think in not wanting to be that person I let myself get too far to the other side. I don’t speak up for myself anymore, I cry about everything, I dress very demurely and I am starting to feel like someone else.
I want to be fun and free spirited. I’m lonely. I try not to be, but I am. I am appalling at making new friends. I also think I let people get the better of me. I never used to do that. I never used to be like that. I believe people so easily and then when they let me down I am surprised. It’s maddening!
This letter was supposed to be shorter. I’m not even having a bad day. I just spent 3 hours trying to talk to you and I couldn’t so I thought it would help if I wrote you a letter.
Tonight Kasey and I are going to an Earth Day Celebration at my college. I am really looking forward to it and I recently bought a new charger for my camera so pictures are going to be back on the site soon. Tomorrow we are going to an event called Community on the Quad. So there are things to look forward to.
I’m not going anywhere, but I had things I needed to get out. Thanks for listening.
Love,
Angela