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Jun. 22nd, 2002

Shone

"You're afraid to feel."

Notice
The following remarks were written on days not necessarally in conjunction with this one. How I feel now may not exactly be how I felt then. However, I really wanted to be honest and post what I'd written even if it no longer holds true. That way, at least, it won't seem like some bizarre transition... or at least, less of one.

06.21.02 - Listening to Bif Naked, I, Bificus CD

I figure I'll give a summation of my visit here, briefly, but hopefully effectively. And maybe not even all that briefly.
This is obviously a tumultuous time right for me and I'm not entriely all better right now. However, I am on my way to Okay once again.
Thanks to the utmost to those physically and telephonically linked to my mental sanity. I am so weak at the moment, I'm finding surprising strength every day. I you all, damn it.
And I will be okay. As okay as I am capable of, and I will not allow this to control me.

The following is an open letter of sorts. Those who read it, take it as my solomen and complete best way to handle things.

To Jake: I loved you and a lot of me is still fighting over how I feel about you now. You were and are a valid person in my life. However, I don't think you are a particularly healthy one right now. Seek mental health, but above all: active awareness of what you do affects many, many of which felt they were giving all that they could be felt soon after both rejected and betrayed. What you say can hurt, but silence gives and leaves nothing. I'm rather tired of the nothing . However, I don't see it getting any better for us. You will stay on my buddy list and on my LJ Friends page. What you do to your own is your own business. I keep you there, simply because I have and still do care about you.
I'm not "letting you off the hook". You still really piss me off, but you need to prioritize and realize a relationship is obviously not at all that high on the list. As unfortunate as is for me, I think you're on your way to realizing that.
Call me. Or don't. But if you do, tell me exactly what happened to us. All of it. Even the stuff you probably think I know. I really may not.
Go to Rocky. Or don't. It seemed important to you. If you feel that you can't, that's your decision. Don't think for a moment that I'm praying that I never see you there again. Obviously, don't expect to make out with me anymore, but do expect me to respond and respect you as I would have before. I feel I must also add, bring yourself but not "our issues" to the show. It's not the place, and I don't want to think of either you or the show and immediately think of the other. So, anything you want to clarifiy at any time, do it on the phone.
Some of our best stuff was on the phone.

Thanks to all + all - I love you.

Signing off from the shore, George Blair IV.

[10.37 ON] ("Any Day Now")
Shone

"You couldn't even bring yourself to stay."

Notice
The following remarks were written on days not necessarally in conjunction with this one. How I feel now may not exactly be how I felt then. However, I really wanted to be honest and post what I'd written even if it no longer holds true. That way, at least, it won't seem like some bizarre transition... or at least, less of one.

06.19.02 - Listening to Meredith Brooks, Blurring the Edges CD

Thanks for the feelings of okay again, Genevieve. Last night, or this morning rather, I spent a wonderful six hours on the phone with here. Cost me a not-so-bad $10, but wonderful [insert smiley face here].
Right now, I am just really tired but unable to sleep. And really, I did try this night. Eh, that's okay. Not must else to say. I look forward to good stuff again.
At least it looks near.

[1.36 AM] ("Shatter")

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06.21.02 - Listening to P!nk, Missundaztood CD

I am at the beach presently, along with Andrea. Dad + Michele are off walking. And I'm here, slowly scorching my skin off.
I'm in Wildwood - hardly my favourite beach. I don't know... I used to like beaches a lot more when I was younger. I know I had insecurities when I went to them just as I entered puberty, but honestly I'm not all that asamed of my body. Yet, it took me an hour to even shed a piece of clothing and I'm still wearing a shirt. I look around me, see the yummy and destestable alike... No real pressure, I'm not here to impress girls and the boys I'm not worrying about 'cause I don't expect to hook up with anyone and, well, guys just don't openly stare at one another (I keep to extended glances, personally). So, I'm not sure what's up with me there.
At the moment, I'm also really tired - I wouldn've like to have slept more. Andrea and I did one of our famous AM conversations (til 3.30 this last time).
Water's strangely warm, by the way.
I miss you, Rocky people.
I miss other people too.

"It's been two weeks, two weeks and three days." - Ani, "Superhero".

[2.21 PM] ("Misery", duet with Steven Tyler)

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06.21.02 - Listening to JakeMix2

Burned.
Hurts.

[5.12 PM] ("Superhero", Ani DiFranco)
Shone

"Learn to say goodbye."

Notice
The following remarks were written on days not necessarally in conjunction with this one. How I feel now may not exactly be how I felt then. However, I really wanted to be honest and post what I'd written even if it no longer holds true. That way, at least, it won't seem like some bizarre transition... or at least, less of one.

06.12.02 - Listening to Bif Naked, Purge CD.

I'm here ar Cape May - I figured I'd write some journal entries and post 'em up at LJ when I got back, which looks like it'll be the Monday after I was expecting. I guess that's ok - I'll miss two shows, though, unfortunately one more than I wanted to. That will probably mean I'll have to break Danielle's hopes of being "my" Janet for yet another week. Inescapable, really.
As for my personal vacation... it sucks. I've been getting some wonderful "therapy" through my Bif Naked and "Jake2" mix CDs (the latter of which sang me to sleep the last two nights). Me and Bif, though... While I hate that I had to connect to her lyrics so deeply by going through a painful break-up, I have found new relevance. Go "Choking on the Truth", "Dawn" ("It's not that you son't know what love is / It's that you are not in love with me"), "Stolen Sidewalk", etc.... Agh, get out of my head, woman! "Religion" still makes me think of him (what doesn't) but the song's sole vulnerability now just makes me misty. The weekend of the prom... I decided that was my "song" for him (I don't think we ever really had a "song"... Although we both had songs for each other like "Everywhere" and "Kiss the Rain"... and really, his affection for "What Would Happen" quietly disturbed me, especially his relation for it to me). "The brutal truth - it is profound."
Strange dreams, too. Saw Fight Club again - Dad and Michele has never seen it. Their comments after (Dad's "gross" line comes to mind) implied their dislike, but they seemed to enjoy it when there wasn't blood spattered everywhere. Honestly, so did I. I liked Helena Bonham Carter even more this time and caught lots of fun looks and lines that enhanced my knowledge of the ending already. Dad was so proud when he saw one of the Brad blips. Not that he knew what the hell he was looking at.
That's about all I really want to get into, at least right now. I'm off to Wildwood in like an hour, and a Leviticus Bible study later tonight (my Dad's teaching it, c'mon, you don't think that I'd suffer through that otherwise, right?) Actually, I like the way my Dad teaches and I've read Leviticus so... yeah.
Alright, til the next time.

[10.53 AM] - ("Tango Shoes")

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06.14.02

I did what I probably shouldn't have and called Jake's cellphone. Got his machine. Let some message and was both angry and glad he didn't pick up. Mostly angry. I really wish he had.
I'm not so well right now.
In fact I think some serious crying may result.
Thank you, Linz, for your ear tonight.
I miss him so much. I feel so empty.

[11.17 PM]

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06.17.02 - Listening to P!nk, Missundaztood CD

Day like any other... I've yet to allow myself any time to fully not think about the obvious (starts with a "J" but there've been distractions. Honestly, I don't want anymore distractions, I want this done. Well, if that's the best that I can do, then that's what I want.
In non-masochistic news, my father is resigning from his church in Ventnor. The unitatian Church also in Ventnor wanted him and after two years at VCC, he decided to become a UU minister like he had originally planned over a decade ago. Still, it's the first time. I think it'll be a good switch for him, and he's going to a group of people that like him a lot, especially considering that no one voted against him. So, yeah, that's going on.
Went to see the Atlantic City Surf yesterday for Father's Day. I was not terribly enthused, but it was a good game. The Surf uncharacteristically beat the crap out of the Camden Riversharks ( 9 to 2).
Called Danielle today. So it was good to hear from her. I'm looking forward to North Jersey again. Just the way things are, I feel disconnected down here. And in an very online way, I am. I leave Saturday, driven by Andrea. So, yeah, cool. Andrea, by the way, will be down here Wednesday, so that should be cool.
I'm gonna sign off and write maybe.

[3.47 PM] ("My Vietnam")