Troy has gone.
Troy hasn`t rang or written since he`s been gone (which is six days ago). It`s been going so slow and I miss him less as the days go by, especially since he hasn`t contacted me at all. So, well I might be sounding like 'baby', and yes I am too dependant on him . I`m drunk and have been off my face alot alot since he left, and I can imagine he`ll be over joyed to hear that. I don`t know how to handle this 'stay sober while Im not around' business. I feel doubly worse every time I have a drink when he`s not around.
He is the reason I`m just not going to ever get myself screwed in the sexual sense. I am not going to ever let another guy touch me. This thing with Troy is already fucked up, and I feel like killing myself. But I probably wouldn`t because I`m too gutless, so instead I just walk around feeling like the biggest slut that ever tread the streets of Melbourne. This is the last string I have to, I don`t know- morality I suppose, and I thought he was the first decent guy I`d ever had aside from Gus. But now Gus beats Troy, especially on that score.
I haven`t stopped running from reality, from responsibility and life I guess. We`re all pretty good at running and not facing up to ourselves. I`m just too too scared to stop and stick it through when It gets hard. I`m scared of the world I was born in- I`ve always been scared. Scared of my parents, scared of kids at school, scared of work collegues, men, people I live with, me and now finally- God. So there you go, but now I`m less scared of people and Im more scared of God. People are all on the one level ,pretty low. They`re all selfish weak lying hypocrites. They`re all into masks and games. All sorts of games from politics to crime, from youth training centres to bloody high Anglican churches. We`re all perverts, failures and fools.
Not many people put it over me like they used to. I always manage to find something in them that`s me and I say to myself 'you and I are In the same fucking boat. I know what your caper is.' But I hate them instead of love them for it- with a few exceptions. I suppose the closer they are the more I hate them- but I love them more too.That`s crazy. With people here, I want to just stomp them sometimes till I realise the exact thing I`m upset about is in me, and usually twice as worse.
Far out , being human is a pretty amazing experience. It`s either taken for granted or its way over rated. I don`t know which.
I hear rain on my roof it`s a nice sound when you`re In bed. I can be real to me, I think and that`s something I don`t have to act with myself. But having said that sometimes you can convince yourself that you`re on to the real thing when In actual fact, you`re ten billion miles away from it,and you wouldn`t realize it when it hits you in the face.
Troy is stuck in his own caper. I almost think it would be cruel to make him come out because he may snap in two. It would have to come from his own realization.
I`m really tired- I`m always tired now. I can`t be bothered trying. If I were completely mad, then I could at least enjoy being a slack bag but I`m only partly mad and therefore I am experiencing the worst kind of madness there is- I`m not oblivious to the madness of myself, and it`s pretty bloody hopeless.
He is the reason I`m just not going to ever get myself screwed in the sexual sense. I am not going to ever let another guy touch me. This thing with Troy is already fucked up, and I feel like killing myself. But I probably wouldn`t because I`m too gutless, so instead I just walk around feeling like the biggest slut that ever tread the streets of Melbourne. This is the last string I have to, I don`t know- morality I suppose, and I thought he was the first decent guy I`d ever had aside from Gus. But now Gus beats Troy, especially on that score.
I haven`t stopped running from reality, from responsibility and life I guess. We`re all pretty good at running and not facing up to ourselves. I`m just too too scared to stop and stick it through when It gets hard. I`m scared of the world I was born in- I`ve always been scared. Scared of my parents, scared of kids at school, scared of work collegues, men, people I live with, me and now finally- God. So there you go, but now I`m less scared of people and Im more scared of God. People are all on the one level ,pretty low. They`re all selfish weak lying hypocrites. They`re all into masks and games. All sorts of games from politics to crime, from youth training centres to bloody high Anglican churches. We`re all perverts, failures and fools.
Not many people put it over me like they used to. I always manage to find something in them that`s me and I say to myself 'you and I are In the same fucking boat. I know what your caper is.' But I hate them instead of love them for it- with a few exceptions. I suppose the closer they are the more I hate them- but I love them more too.That`s crazy. With people here, I want to just stomp them sometimes till I realise the exact thing I`m upset about is in me, and usually twice as worse.
Far out , being human is a pretty amazing experience. It`s either taken for granted or its way over rated. I don`t know which.
I hear rain on my roof it`s a nice sound when you`re In bed. I can be real to me, I think and that`s something I don`t have to act with myself. But having said that sometimes you can convince yourself that you`re on to the real thing when In actual fact, you`re ten billion miles away from it,and you wouldn`t realize it when it hits you in the face.
Troy is stuck in his own caper. I almost think it would be cruel to make him come out because he may snap in two. It would have to come from his own realization.
I`m really tired- I`m always tired now. I can`t be bothered trying. If I were completely mad, then I could at least enjoy being a slack bag but I`m only partly mad and therefore I am experiencing the worst kind of madness there is- I`m not oblivious to the madness of myself, and it`s pretty bloody hopeless.
4 Comments:
At Wednesday, June 29, 2005 4:45:00 PM, Anonymous said…
Consise, I don't really understand all you're going through but I wanted to say, hang in there!
Please don't give up on life, or yourself.
Call someone, anyone, to talk to. You need to stop beating yourself up! Don't give up!
At Wednesday, June 29, 2005 11:08:00 PM, BlindSlim~CSTL said…
Wow, I wish I had an easy answer for you. This man is tearing you down in every way imaginable it seems. I know how important it is to be together for the kids and how much love him, but I hope that at some point, you start to be a little selfish and take care of you. If he drives you to the point of losing interest in life itself, the kids will be far worse off. I agree with you that we are all full of shit in many ways, but never give up on life.
Steve
At Thursday, June 30, 2005 4:42:00 AM, Butik said…
That was quiet a vent. I love being able to vent in my blog...as for now rest might do you good inside.
You are lucky btw because I have always been afraid of the sound of the rain in my roof especially when they get so loud. I dont know why
At Monday, October 03, 2005 9:30:00 AM, becky said…
Hi Consise... I just read your entry and you sound so sad and upset and everything in between... I hope things are better now, but from the looks of it, it may take a while for you to feel that way. I sure hope you are OK. Did he finally return home? did you ever hear from him? maybe you did since this entry and I just didnt read further enough. I just hope you are doing better. Please email me and let me know.
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