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10 Years later [Jul. 15th, 2018|11:53 pm]
multi_purpura
Not quite, but close. 10 years later I am finally writing again. It has bee a hell of a ride. And today is another twist on the roller coaster.

But let's back up.

After marrying the person who I previously talked about in this journal, and all without the support of friends or family, life went to shit. Fucking shit. It was a dumb decision, and regrettable, but what good choice can you make when you are young and have no network of support. No one to bounce ideas off of.

We eloped in a courthouse, which is fine by me, except all that was there was me, the groom and two people. His best friend and a co worker of mine because my bff and I were on the outs at the time. We celebrated by bar hoping and putting our friends drinks on a tab. And dancing to a Chris Brown song. What the fuck ever.

Then, skip ahead, we conceived. But, like the rest of my fucking life, it couldn't just go well or "normal". So I lost the pregnancy at 5 weeks. While this is normal for many women, and actually with in the family too, FUCK THIS. I just wanted a good start to a new life with my new husband after years of a shitty relationship with him and his porn fetish.
But no. We lost that one. But soon after conceived again. And while this is supposed to be a joyous thing. What happened is nothing changed. In Fact we even went to marriage counseling. I want to say it was during this second pregnancy because I remember i asked to borrow his car, and begrudgingly he let me. (his was many years newer than my car and I had to travel 30 miles for work) and I had to put the seat back and he got pissed that it wasn't put back. And I remember too during this pregnancy that we fought over the room temperature because I was getting very hot. Also there was me begging to have our dog who wasn't being very well cared for by him given to some one else to take care of while I was pregnant. And I remember basically being told the dog was being chosen over me. I also remember slipping on the ice while trying to walk the dog while pregnant. But then, who the fuck could I talk to. Who could I vent to.
Who fucking cared.
I had no support, and therefore turned into a nasty evil bitch. And that is my side of the whole downfall of the marriage. When I was in labor, he left. I forget why, but i know it hurt. He left the hospital and went back home. 30 miles back home. He came back, but the problem was why he left. I don't remember, I just remember it hurt.

Our first child was born and there was a small golden period before it got so shitty again I left. I left before she turned 1. I know this because her 1st birthday was celebrated at my parents house. I left and he left for basic training. And I sent him so many letters, Trying to show love. And I got SHIT for replies. I got shit on.
And while the baby an i were living out of a small room together. While I was still working and making my way through and hoping, I knew it was ending.

Then came the day an officer showed up at my door and handed me an envelope, and in it was divorce papers. And I said "Thank you I've been waiting for these". But I didn't know the hell that was to come. This happened during my third pregnancy though. Because when he came back from basic there was a small moment of time of joy. And then not. And all it takes is one night to conceive.

More of this shit later.
Tonight 10 years later.
I got rejected by a guy. And while I kind of had the feeling that would be the case. It still hurts like I want to die. The pain of just another thing in life failing, and not going any way that could be normal.
But what the fuck ever, because let's face it - in actuality the mathematical chance with this Gentleman would have been astronomical considering all the baggage that comes with me.
Aside form the two children, and the severe lack of family, is my lack of a religion, and my history of filling the hole in my heart with activity in my bed. Also if just my more or less insanely hopeful view of the world and the people in it.
While I have some really good things about me, I, at the same time, wish him the best and hope he finds some one more innocent. Leave me to be the lost cause I am.

But we are still friends?
I don't know how this works, I've never confessed feelings before and then have had to sit and chomp them back like cud. SO maybe I just slowly dissolve. BEcause after months and months of holding it in and then confessing, I don't see how I can continue without a heart that is being shredded in two with each lovely thing directed towards me, that I will not get to call my own.


And that's where it is at for me. THis just intense insane pain of continuously meeting men who need to help themselves first, or now, meeting a man who helps himself, but I cannot be with. How fucked up the world can be. How do I move forward now? I fell cast out of some sacred temple because I am who I am. I don't belong with the sacred, I don't belong with the damned, I am in some fucking hell. This is hell. To be just good enough or just bad enough, but not just right enough to fit with someone.

SO I put on another mask, like the masks i collect. Oh yes, they are not just for decoration, they are a solid statement of how I have to live to be with people. I put on the mask and entertain, and be the friend and the leader and the mom and the daughter. and I just want to die.

And when I say die, I want the bullshit life I have to end. Not cease to breath. I want all the pain to die, I want for FUCKIGN ONE TIME to be with a guy who isn't suicidal, or if he is takes proactive measures to counter it. I want a guy who isn't addicted to drugs to the point where I wonder what it'd be like for us to be together and sober. I want a guy who fuckign just tells me what happened when he cant meet a timed date. Like why is it so hard to let me know when you wont be on time or in retrospect why you werent on time.

I want a guy who likes people and wants to be around people and wants people to smile like I do. I just wanted that. I just wanted someone who is positive, like my soul. And I can't have it because I don't share the same .....

It wasn't a no it wasn't a yes. but it was a no.
Now what do I do.
Sit in darkness, literally, and reminisce on how a decade of my life, I have just been aching so badly for someone to reciprocate the love i have to give. The positive light inside me that I wish could shine.
But Ihave two jobs, and two kids, and bills, and medical conditions, and pain and am just not worth it.

Not worthy, not worthy, not worthy, I knew it. I knew it. But I didn't know it for sure until I faced it in the eye and called it out and said here I am - and was cast away again.
And why do I continue to face it. Why do I continue to fucking live. To try. Where the fuck is this hope coming from. Why can't I kill it.
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I wouldnt write in here if i didnt mean it [Dec. 15th, 2008|12:24 am]
multi_purpura
I have come back and i have left and i have stopped talking so much and i have gone to counceling and i have done everything that I can think of.

THe dishes are stacked and molding, the trash is overflowing, the bedroom is littered in socks and underware, i am sitting here alone and havent been called or texted yesterday or today. Tomorrow, there will still be dishes in the sink, the dog will be lucky to get out of her cage fro more than an hour, the house will still reak of rotting garbage....

Next week, I will be ignored and fucked maybe once for a few minutes in no way that is satisfying to me. I will still feel unattractive and like a huge cow and yet still be inlove because this is how it is supposed to be

get married live together and have a kid, and feel like shit - right?

Whether or not im here or not or offer to go out or anything - it doesnt make a difference, im still treated like some roommate.

I wish i could have had the strength to leave three years ago.
I wish.
I wish I could have the support to leave now, and the hope that I will be loved ... and not be alone and forgotten about.
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I tried [May. 18th, 2008|03:30 am]
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Today was alost a good day. We wen to gogeta hamster and id but after we got home and the hampster went to sleep aaron decided to read penthouse.
SO Ileft himalonecause I hate when we ae having good time and ten he has to have some distracion like porn.
I left and did 3 hours of laundry
he played on the pc.
I cleaned house
he played on the pc
then we went to see a movie and it was all good, and we came home and I showered and was saying sexy things to him all night and trying to be the initiator
wich I havent done in AGES
and we went out and it seemed like we were having a fun time like a couple like two people who cant get enough of each other, like I was actually falling in love again.
But then his friend who is a girl had HAAAADDDD to take him out side and talk.

And that was it. He came back in and acted all like he was going to dance with meand cheery when just prior to that he was sitting at the pool able looking bored and disinterested with the bar.

It just sucks so bad and hurts so much to see that when I try to pick up his mood by talking sexy and being agreeable throughout the day, it doesn't do shit compared to the 10min him and her talked alone outside.
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Why [Apr. 28th, 2008|10:57 am]
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I honestly feel like i've given up on life.
Yay all the shit i've ever wanted has come true so what the fuck is the point anymore.

No matter what aspiring ideas I come up with it feels like they are all unatainable now. Like why set my foot forward, I'll just be stepping off the edge.

Perhaps it's becasue I feel like everytime I make friends witha girls she leaves me or gets a little psycho when she finds out I'm not who she thought I was going to be for her. I'm a person too I have the right to change too.
Perhaps its the fact that I got married and there's really nothing left to look forward to on that.
Perhaps it that ever since quitting doing hair I have not enough money to pay for bills an dam back living paycheck to pay check wondering whe I get to do the fun things I like to do again.
Maybe its the damn weather - snowing since ??? October? November? whatever it was it's been long enough now.
Could be the fact too that another girl was assimilated into the trio of friends I had made over the winter, and even though I'm friend enough with her - I'm not single and therfore am not as fun to hang outwith. Understandable, really, but still painful.
Or possibley too it jst doesn't seem like anyone understands me anymore, because really I don't know myself anymore. For a split second I thought about getting out an instrument and playing yesterday but why? Honestly why?
It could also too be the fact that aaron and I aren't NOT trying to get pregnant, which isn't working so far. And thus I feel useless too.

I just dont feel a thrill or want to live anymore recently. Like all the things I endever for are pointless and all the things I warred for with my mind and body are gone. What was my plan in life anyway? To go to school and get that 4 year degree and finally feel like I accomplished something all by myself for myself. But it's just a dump. Just a fucking worthless dump.

It could be too that even though Iput in over 100% for my friend who DJ's at the local dance club/bar I have reaached the point where I got shit to show for it. Oh, I know now that I could do it, that I could run a show by myself, and have learned alot about lighting, but yeah... whoo! I got married and I'm shit.

This is what I've been worried about the whole comeing up to getting married, is feeling like just another woman put in her place, just a fucking second fiddle, just bleh. And one of the main reasons for not changing my last name, aside from the extreme importance of it to me, is the fact that this feeling was in the background the whole time and now it's flourishing and I feel that when/if I do make that final sacrement - I will be lost for good.

This loss of zest could also be attributed to the fact that I hate working second shift. I like getting my work done in the daylight before the sun goes down and you leave when the world is asleep. I miss getting done with work in time to still DO things or have the abbility to go and do things on my lunch ...hell even LEAVE on my lunch. I hate my job. hate it. Dont mind the work - hate the way the company runs. And the way I'm treated, treated like
I'm some dumbnut who hasn't gone through ANY post highschool ed, just cause I wear a white coat, like some derduhblah, who doesnt know left from right, and then to get repremanded like I have - WELL NO SHIT SHERLOCK, if you treat me with disrespect like fuck I'm going to act any better than how you treat me. After a while you learn to not try.

And that's abotu where I'm at. I've learned to not try anymore. Because honestly I wake up, eat shit work, go to bed. Wake up - repeat. Fucking glued to the damn tv half the time and gorgin my face the other half. I'm depressed. I'm misserable. I dont need my therapist, I dont need pills, I dont need to talk or even journal - I NEED SOME FUCKING RESPECT!!!! Some fucking ACKNOWLEDGMENT for DOING SHIT!
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GOD! DAMN IT [Mar. 17th, 2008|01:08 pm]
multi_purpura
I am so sick of the mentality around here. HEAVEN FUCKING FORBID people chose to live a different way.

YES we're getting married and even though we were broken up WE FUCKING TALKED almost EVERY DAY that we were because WE DO THAT

AND it's not like we've only known each other for two months. . . ITS BEEN YEARS
HEAVEN ALSO FUCKING FORBID PEOPLE REALLY TALK TO EACH OTHER and TRY to ACTUALLY change their family past for the future of the family they want to make.


HEAVEN FORBID TWO PEOPLE BREAK UP THEN GET BACK TOGETHER because they WANT to make themselves better.
HEAVEN FORBID TWO PEOPLE BE IN LOVE like the fantasy kind you see in the movies.

I told Aaron the number one mistake I made in the relationship was to want to exclude the world from our love instead of reaching out to share it upon this DYING WORLD.

FUCKING CHRIST.

I DO NOT LOOK FOR A GOD ABOVE THE PEOPLE I LOOK FOR ONE AMONG THE PEOPLE

I talk to people I learn form them they learn form me.
Whatever people see or interpret form what I tell them, is only what they SEE or INTERPRET but they are not LIVING IN MY BODY my MIND or my SOUL

YOU- ALL YOU PEOPLE - that NEDD to belong to some organization just ot BElong, step out and look at the FUCKING WORLD around you, once you lay clame to some GROUP you immeadiately exclude people, parts of the very essence YOU ARE.
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Gettin Hitched Today [Mar. 17th, 2008|12:45 am]
multi_purpura
I do not ask everyone to come along with me on this journey.

Only my fiance.

MARCH 17 2008
No loose ends *
This influence brings your personal, domestic and emotional life to prominence. You will feel more integrated and at one with yourself in many ways now than at any other time. And your relationships with other people, especially women, should be more harmonious as well. This is because you approach everything as a total person, with no loose ends hanging out to signify divided intentions. The only problems with this manifestation will arise if you are afraid of your feelings. Then this can be a turbulent and uncomfortable time, for you will be confronting an aspect of yourself that you do not like. But disliking your emotions is the problem, not the emotions themselves. If you find this transit disturbing, you should examine your attitude toward your emotions.
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confucious [Mar. 6th, 2008|12:44 pm]
multi_purpura
I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand.
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Everything in Moderation [Jan. 21st, 2008|01:30 am]
multi_purpura
Everything in Moderation 1-21-08
Including Love...

It's very interesting, the irresistible Temptation of Alcohol to make everything just go away for a few hours of ignorant Bliss. I'm pretty sure that's why Ii like drinking - not the fact that I do anything any better or wilder than when I'm sober, but the fact that I don't have to think twice about doing it.

In fact I see no real difference between me sober and me drunk except for the heightened hyper ness of my crack head actions. I love to act like a dork and make people laugh, I love to dance, I love to sing, and love to make love - all this is the same PLUS when I'm drinking or toking.

So... everything in moderation? I still believe that - I mean my fuck up with the fence jumping was mostly due to the fact THAT I did not moderate myself drinking that night. Of course this was generated by a stressful hurtful day and aggressive feelings towards the ex - SO what was the illogical solution - DRINK!!! And while I had a really awesome night, OW my FACE!

I've gotten a handle on my drinking through careful reflection of my family history and personal downfalls. I try to keep my house dry because I do not want the nasty beast of Alcoholism to rear it's head in my home. And I really enjoy going OUT to the bar and dance floor with friends, which I CAN do completely sober, but just gets to be silly fun with a bit of drink.

SO too in my first statement is the Drunkenness that comes with Love. Love, while a necessary emotion can become the Alcohol of the lot, for myself. It is a great and wonderful buzz to be in Love, but for myself it is more dangerous than the strongest drink or the fattest doobie!

In fact Love is so dangerous it will cloud my vision, make me drive my life off course, hurt myself, do things I normally wouldn’t do, act like an idiot and all of the other bad habits associated with any tangible source of intoxication.
I've been to concerts, danced in sync to music and lights, experienced the heights of thrill rides, near and actual accidents, death, birth, and many other situations that set your heart a racing through your chest. It's a wonderful feeling and makes you feel more alive than you may have ever felt before.

However, with everything in life that makes a person feel - addiction is inherent. It's the romantic tragedy - uh, Romio and Juliet esque if you will, that makes feeling alive such a wild thing to be addicted to. A person IS alive, so what is it with the addiction to feel MORE so.

Moderation, it is in my belief that these things wouldn't be here if they were not meant to be enjoyed. But, personal moral and taste will tell where to draw the line on how much or what of can be enjoyed. I look across the variations of different cultures to gain my personal thought on what I deem a YES or NO.

While Americans just blow everything out of proportion with their censorship and screwed up religiously perverted views, other older and more developed cultures realize the simple principle of moderation and QUALITY. Quality is one measure that can be taken to ensure that any luxury is only enjoyed modestly.

In fact Quality is the main criteria I employ when deciding on whether or not I am becoming overpowered by an enjoyment in life. If something is not up to my quality standards it is either rejected or burnt out. In other words, I have progressively upped my pay scale to feed into the habits I partake in, and thus do not drink rail, and do not smoke value, and do not drive on regular fuel.

So, with a little laugh in my heart it is beyond me how I could have missed this concept in the hobby of love as I will call it. I've settled so many times in my past for low grade love, bargain store outlet priced, pathetic excuses and retarded concepts, not self sufficient love.

Wow, sad. Yet in this reflection is the realization of growth, and understanding of personal gain. I have the power of choice, and whether or not I decided to ignore all the red flags again that I have before or walk in proud and strong and determine the value of the next situation. I would really like to follow the latter path.

I know what I want for my life, to be self sufficient and independent so I can serve others in a good cause. I would love to share with others, who may not see it, the joy of the gift of being alive. How I will do this is pretty much what I am forming and learning right now in life. I love to teach and love to watch people learn so I may lead a life in profession that deals with instruction or mission work. I know too that I need to complete or have the chance to attend a four year university to feel like I have accomplished something in my life.

As I was discussing earlier this weekend, I see too many people focus their lives around having and raising children, only to be extremely let down because the child turns into a person with free will and becomes something the parent never expected - an Independent Individual who is in charge of their own life.

Therein lays some sadness for those people who thought that they would receive unconditional love brought forth from something they created. Sorry folks anything and everything that involves the human existence is truly unpredictable - this is another part of the tragic romance of Life.

So to have I been caught up on the idealistic view of the "American Dream" 2.5 children, white picket fence, house, car, job, retirement fund and "All that Jeeeaaazz." BAH. Not that it's unattainable but rather unrealistic for the entire population of this country due to debt and suffering, death and chaos. Due to so many unpredictable events that to think about it will drive the most intelligent person to … drink, smoke, what ever it takes to hinder the overwhelming depression of loss.

How sad to be born into the Greatest Country, yet see the hypocrisy in this. We are only great because we are wrapped up in a great lie and general misunderstanding. I see a glimmer of hope in the smaller networks and communities of people I have been involved with, but for the mass collective of the States, ouch, we are blind.

To bring it back to the focus, Love. Love is a lubricant that keeps the high functioning gears of this society functioning. In my three day stay in the behavioral health ward at the hospital, I learned a lot about love. The main thing is, that everyone has the capacity to love, and if you open your heart and are honesty and true in your actions you will find this.

In the past month I have fallen madly in love with multiple people around me, regardless of gender, race, etc., because I have been treated with love by multiple people. Certain parts of the staff, while under the work clock, still exhumed this aura of honest care for PEOPLE when they listened or cared for me. It was amazing to know at one of my lowest points in life, I was resurrected by COMPLETE strangers. Very eye opening. Very refreshing.

I WILL NOT TOLLERATE the insignificance of IGNORANT views on life such as: "I'm not associating with those people because…" FUCK YOU whomever says this. You are the only people that truly make me ill. Those people that think they are somehow side cast from the rest because of some certain reason, no, we are all the same – leaves floating on a stream of chaos. And no matter WHAT we do in life, no matter HOW we try to control it, in the end, the waters of existence will continue their path.

I will enjoy love again, I will, I promise that to myself. However, I will not settle for the discount bottom shelf bottom of the barrel love, I will not settle for ignorance and unwillingness to learn, I will not settle for guilt tripping and sniveling fear. Yes I too have human qualities, such as fear of rejection, that aid in some of the less thought out things I've done in life, however I AM PROGRESSIVE and DETERMINED, INDEPENDENT and SELF SUFFICIENT. I am a part of this swirling winding beautiful path of life, important but not all inclusive.

So, I will enjoy life, and the aspects of it, in moderation. I will enjoy other people too, in moderation. I will live and die in honesty, truth, learning, and moderation. I am not searching for answers as much as experiences. I will not hole myself up and shut myself out – no. I've made this mistake before and will not anymore.

So, as much as it hurts me to step out for myself, it does feel good to declare – FUCK YOU to anyone who doesn't have a personal manifesto to follow. I am Shasta, I am here to enjoy this beautiful existence, and will do so on my terms, and hope that someone will come along with me and I will be able to blend my existence with theirs and not become obliterated in the process.
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(no subject) [Jan. 9th, 2008|03:37 am]
multi_purpura


What Shasta Means



You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.

You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.

You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.



You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.

Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.

Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.



You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.

You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.

You have the classic "Type A" personality.







You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.

You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.

You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.

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Last night [Jan. 5th, 2008|10:03 pm]
multi_purpura
IT was interesting, aside form the fratranizing at the bar and the creepy group of men staring at me like I was going to just get drunk and suck em all -

I HAD FUN
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