i miss writing

my inspirations gone

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why is it that loneliness swallows you whole?

like the darkness in the hall when you were a child

the fear of the monster under your bed

happiness is the barely glowing nightlight

sitting there plugged into the corner, flickering

when all you want is the lights to be o n

all

the fucking

time

tick tock

time flies

but also

moves like the snail I saw trying so desperately to cross the lawn this morning

I am sad

like the clown you used to wake up in a hot sweat about

fucking indecision haunts me, making the days feel like weeks & the weeks feel like years

23

Am I old? Am I young?

time moves and moves and the wrinkles begin to show with each day, week, year that passes

I can feel them growing

24 calls to me

like you used to

talking to myself

It’s been almost four fucking years, wordpress. How the heck are ya?

God. 4 years.

A lot of shit has happened to me these past four years. (I still love repetition)

I’ve been in a relationship for 3 1/2 of em. I still live in the same area, and I never did get into university. Graduated from my CC and have been floating ever since.

I think part of the floating has to do with the fact I stopped posting on here.  Stopped writing, creating. Discontinuing creativity is a bad bad thing to do. Don’t ever stop creating.

I really haven’t been writing for the past 4 years. I think I gave it up because I gave myself up. I’m afraid to be vulnerable. I’m still incredibly untrusting of everyone. I mean I double check everyones work  & I don’t believe them when they say I love you.

Just kidding about that last one, it just sounded poetic.

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about what I’m doing in life, who I want to be with, where I want to be. Recently got a promotion, so I changed gears there, hanging around new and different people and rethinking the old ones. I’m at a crossroads, and I’m not sure which path to take.

Change is scary, isn’t it? But it’s also good. And healthy. And needed every once in a blue moon.

I fucking crave adventure. I crave experience. I crave people.

I’m just in a situation where I’m limited and so I’m struggling

 

STRUGGLING

 

I also want to reflect on my 19 year old self and remind myself that I AM AMBITIOUS ON MY OWN. My identity is so wrapped up in my relationship, I have trouble differing if I am who I am without him. Constantly questioning. But 19 year old me! Beautiful. Young. A bit naive, but also a dreamer. Dreamer! There it is. I was not nothing before him. I dreamed of a future where I did what I was passionate about & loved life. I was on a path to something greater. I do not have to be an entrepreneur or an internet sensation. As long as I do what I am passionate about, everything will be right in the world.

Now what am I doing? Taking care of him. Watching television. Working 60+ hours a week? What the fuck happened to me? Where did my creativity and sense of self worth go?

At the end of the summer, I’m done. I will independently be me. Refer to my break up post. And this.

Thank god for social media.

 

dream on

WRITERS BLOCK
I hate you so much
you are the reason I cannot sleep at night
any words I am able to conjure disappear in an instant
or do not make sense
you have haunted me for too long
and it is time for you to go

please
I need some positive inspiration
negative! I have no use for you anymore
please
go

Welcome. You can call me Holland, if you wish. Aspiring writer/author/artist. This blog is pretty personal, emotional, and somewhat depressing (just a heads up.) I like to think of it as a shoulder to cry on, an ear to talk off, even if there is no one on the recieving end. So, scroll further if you're into that. {disclaimer: my icon is not me, and I wish to remain anonymous, please}