I’m not a party person but I really like the Birthday girl. She’s one of my closest friends. I got to see a lot of people that went to high school with us. She’s really popular so she knows almost half of our city.
The thing about it is, living a double life. Sure I had the time of my life yesterday. But I’m worried about the pictures taken. Who will see them? Will any of my church companions know of the party?
I go to this church where they have strict rules on everything. They live their lives by the Bible. And even though I love God sometimes I am not able to abide by all his rules, and I recognize that.
So I’ve lived my life in two worlds. One, where I’m an Innocent faithful Christian. The other, where I do as I please and live my life to the fullest.
Where and when will this all end? Will things catch up to me? Will someone catch up to the lies?
I know deep down inside I will have to chose a side. I will have to pick what life I want to actually live. And I know doing so many people will be disappointed. That’s just the way it is.
I want to live on the beach. Where it’s always warm and sunny and the weather makes you smile by just breathing.
Of course that’s everyone else’s dream as well. Or for the most part, almost everyone. I was talking to a friend, or better said, to many friends that I’m bored of my daily routine. I want change. I want better.
Is it possible? Yes. Will I do it? Who knows, maybe I will but I just don’t have the initiative. What I have noticed is that people who usually get what they want is not because they deserve it. Sure, there are some people that have got what they really deserved.
But life isn’t fair. Life is a fucked up game, and sometimes you have to cheat. Sometimes you hav to do things that you wish you didn’t, but that’s the only way to get ahead. It’s not the way it should be, but it’s never personal it’s business.
Who do you call when you are at the end of your rope? What do you do when there is no one to call, because everyone is against you? Or so you feel that way.
Your best friend is supposed to be there for you through the good and the bad. Sometimes your best friend knows more about you than your own family does. Why? Because you tell them all your secrets. You tell them what you like, you even tell them what and who you hate.
They get to know you like the back of their hand. No, better, they get to know you sometimes better than they know themselves. You let them in your world and for a split second it’s bliss. It’s like a magical wonderland of infinite adventures. You want to spend every waking moment with them, you want to tell them everything.
But what happens when your at your lowest? When you need them? When your about to make the worst mistake of your life and they aren’t anywhere in sight?
What if they tell you that they want to be your friend, but they don’t want the responsibility of being there when you need them? Because they’re scared. Because they wouldn’t know what to do. Because it’s just too much for them to handle.
Maybe I’m too needy? Maybe I’m too pushy? But if I give you my heart and soul I expect that in return or else I become cold. I leave. I get distant. Don’t ask why. Don’t say goodbye. You knew this was going to happen. You saw it coming like reading from a book. But you won’t read the end because your to afraid of what I’ll do. Of what we will become. Of what we have become.
Two weeks ago, I made an elaborate plan to take my life. This is my story.
Never in my life have I felt so low. Yes, considering all things I had thought about it many many times before. Had I ever acted upon it? No. This time it was different. This time, I was way to close.
It has taken me two weeks to come to terms with everything and finally write about it. Not for you, not for them, but for me. I need to let it out. Let my brain know that even if I don’t know you, at least you have known what I’ve been through.
My life has always been stressful. But these past couple of weeks of been the hurricane to the normal storms I was having.
With my mom’s reconstruction surgery coming soon, work problems, religion, and my best friend suddenly turning his back towards me, I saw no other option at that point.
I was tired. I was humiliated. I was worried. I was scared. All my options had all run out, or so I thought. So what would you do standing in a cliff when your heart is the one screaming no but your brain shouts louder walk.
I cried. Cried so hard there were no more tears my eyes were able to give. So hard that my lungs did more work in my life than they have ever done while running. Face red, cheeks sore, throat horse, I fell asleep.
My indecisiveness finally came in handy. The day I awoke I felt better about everything. Like I had gotten a second chance. Nothing changed. What changed was the way I viewed them.
My friend came to apologize. I forgave him on the spot. We all need forgiveness. We should not be walking around this life with extra baggage when we already have so much to carry.
I won’t say things will get better for anyone. Because, honestly, sometimes they don’t. All I can say is what can get better, is the way you view them.
Friends can be a blessing, but sometimes they can be a curse.
I came out to a friend a while ago. He took it pretty well. Said he didn’t see me any differently. I appreciate that of him.
But then, all of the sudden he started getting busy. Not having enough time to hang out with me and when he wasn’t doing anything he would just do nothing. He would suggest we go out, or hang out at home. All I needed was quality time together.
Then he started to be shady. I hate shady. He began being indirect. One word answers. So I did what I usually do when I’m frustrated. I started to ignore him.
I pushed him away thinking he would stop me. I stopped talking to him completely.
Why he did surprised me. He came to my house. And told me that we needed to fix this. I told him how he let me down. How I feel like he would be different. How I feel like I’m carrying this friendship on my back.
In the end he apologized and I as the forgiving friend that I am forgave him. Will things change? I have no clue. But I am hopeful. I want them to. I want him to participate more on us.
It would be nice if he changed. But then again I shouldn’t try to change him. But he needs to understand that I have him everything of me , and I except that in return.