you never really cared anyways

This morning I woke up heaving and almost in tears from the most heart wrenching dream ive had in months. Years probably. I was disoriented and then suddenly realized I was sleeping next to my boyfriend. So what the hell was that dream?

It was my house. I had walked down this tiny path to go to the backyard to grab a shovel or something. Suddenly I dreamed that his father, Terry walked down to cut across my path and go to the ravine situated beside my backyard. It was surreal, he was exactly as I had last seen him, some two years ago. He called out to me, same voice, same mannerism. I wanted to run, I should have run, I should have woken up. But in my dream I walked towards him and greeted him. Then his mother appeared. And then his brother. I can’t describe the feeling I got when I saw Sean. It was almost like, seeing an old dear friend after what seems like a life time. I hugged him. He hugged back. And I told him how much I missed him. He agreed and held my hand, leading me back into my house. Then I saw him. He saw Sean holding my hand and he had that look on his face, the same one I know that meant -what the hell is going on. He vocalized his concern upon seeing us, and I laughed, seeing his face and said

“You never really cared anyways”

But I couldn’t go into the house. Suddenly my heart burst and I wrenched my hand out of Sean and ran down the tiny path to my backyard again. I was in tears. My heart hurts. Everything hurts. What the fuck.

I looked behind me and saw Sean running towards me. Why was he running after me?

I never found out.

everything i should have said

so many times there have been things i wanted to say to people. all kinds of people, from the rude customers i get at work, to exes, to friends, to interviewers, to family members, to my boyfriend. but i never manage to get the right words out at the right time. my head speaks faster than my lips. i catch myself having trouble talking sometimes. it’s definitely some sort of problem but it doesn’t hinder me too much, at least i don’t think. it’s not really dyslexia-it’s more of a stutter problem. ew.

but here’s to everything i should have said to these people.

to the rude customers i get at work, calm your shit. you came here to this facility for a reason, so stop negotiating prices and pay what you owe. otherwise don’t give me your keys.

to my ex, when we broke up that night, all i got out of my mouth were tears. i am pretty sure i cried instead of talked. but what i should have said was thanks, for being the asshole to rip me apart twice in my lifetime, to give me hope and burn it, and for never being a boyfriend. thanks for breaking it off with me and giving me a reality check because i would have forever walked in your shadows, constantly trying to catch up to you, to be someone who i’m not, to be someone i thought you would love. thank you for having been in my life, and now forever out. stay out.

to my friends, you guys are one of my pillars. i would never have pushed myself to become better, laughed to relieve the pain in my heart, and cared for people who are not even my family. thank you for being there for me, for being my friends, for listening to me and asking me for advice. i am proud to call you my friends.

to interviewers, i’m extremely bubbly but don’t see it as airheadedness. i am dying to find something that challenges me, that makes me want to learn, to study out of my own accord, and to contribute to my field. i want to be useful. i want to do amazing work, to be an amazing employee, and to grow with the company. i promise that the work i will be given will be done to the best of my abilities because the energy that i put into playtime wants to be put into my career.

to my family members, thank you. thank you mom and dad, for being the ones who love me through thick and thin, from pissing me off to sacrificing yourselves for me. i know i am not your perfect child but i wouldn’t ask for better loving parents. even though we butt heads and you guys really anger me, im sure i anger you too. but even though i do, you guys never stopped loving me, taking care of me, and being parents. so thank you, and i love you.

finally, to my boyfriend. thank you. i never say this enough. heck, i never say i love you as often as i want to, as i should. these words scare me. ive said them so much in the past but its always ended up unreciprocated. my mind tells me i shouldn’t say it, but my heart screams it. so that’s why sometimes you’ll hear me squeak it out- and it would have been the biggest fight between my head and heart to say it. no, i’m not having second thoughts- it’s not that. the words are heavy. which is why i want to prove it to you, more than me saying it, even though i should say it more. you make me laugh, wholeheartedly, happily. whenever i’m with you, i’m so happy. you make me happy, you are literally, my happiness. you have never disappointed me (maybe once but that’s long forgotten) and you’re always, always there for me without fail. you have been my closest friend for a long time- there is no world without you. you are amazing, talented, hardworking and a beautiful soul. i will always have your back, and i am forever grateful that you chose me to be by your side. you are my life and the love i’ve always been waiting for. and i can’t wait to rule the world together with you. i love you from the bottom of my existence. thank you for everything you do.

If everything was perfect

There would be no violence. No political bullshit, no terrorism, no broken hearts, no serial killers, baby killers, racism. There would be no poverty, no hate, no religious conflicts. If everything was perfect though, we would be worse off as the human race.

We wouldn’t know what it’s like to fight for freedom, to fight for our rights, to fight to be who we want to be. These fights make us stronger and wiser and confident. If everything was perfect I would not have fought with myself to tell myself it’s okay to move on from being wronged and to move on to someone that truly cares for you.

Because everything didn’t go perfectly, I got my heart broke again and I fell into sorrow again. But because everything didn’t go perfectly I saw who he really was and what he would do for you to make you happy. I saw his genuine nature, his kindness and his ability to make the best situation out of everything. He is patient and he fought through his own battles quietly even when all odds were against him. Because nothing went perfect for him we found each other, 8 years later.

Experience means you know what’s best right?

So many times I’ve heard them say “I love you” or “You’re the best” or “There’s nobody else I want”. I’ve heard it so many times I actually can’t feel excited or happy that somebody said that to me and I can almost say I’m immune to those words. Sure, you can say that now but let’s see you say that a year from now, or two, if we even get to that point. I know when I toss those words out I mean them. I won’t ever take them back. So experience has taught me one thing about love and relationships: the typical things said are simply not enough. And never believe them.

I guess that’s kind of sad that I can’t believe in those words that are supposed to bring joy and are supposed to mean everything to someone. But it’s okay. Because experience tells me that the next person that can blow my mind away without using such typical responses or typical phrases is probably worth getting to know. But when you’re struggling to find a full time job while filling your time with a useless part time job, it gets hard to find someone like that. And I’m not even ready to go out to meet new people, flirt, and make myself jump into a new relationship. I don’t even think about relationships anymore. And where many of my friends do, or at least are contemplating on them, I can only smile and talk about it to appease their interest in them.

He’s my best friend and I care about him to bits. He’s my rock whenever I needed to be grounded, he’s my comfort whenever I needed to cry, and he’s always always there without fail, without disappointment. But experience means you know what’s best right?

Sometimes my subconscious needs to suffer too

I pulled into my driveway, and saw Tifa. She was as cute as ever and as I got out of the car….whose car was it… I called to the dog. She yawned, and suddenly he calls out to her. She leaps towards him. Like she always did in reality.

His mother came out of nowhere. She extends her arms and gives me a hug. How are you, she asked. I said Okay, shakily. She gave a prim smile.

Next thing I knew, we were all inside my house. I went upstairs to change but I heard him follow behind me. I went into my room. He followed me in. My clothes were strewn everywhere, but he didn’t even talk to me and went straight to my full length mirror as if I didn’t exist. He was looking at himself. Then he left, without another word. He started to go back downstairs. I remember my body walking on its own.

“Stephen,” I called down.

“What?” He responded, half turning his head. It was the first time he acknowledged me in the dream. 

I felt angry. I felt an immense wave of sadness. But for some reason, I didn’t respond after that, and hid behind the closet door away from the view of the staircase. I heard the floorboards creak under his weight slightly, as if he was looking for me. Then it creaked, signifying he walked away. I slowly walked back out, starting to feel a heaviness in my chest. It must have made a sound because suddenly, he walked back out and made his way upstairs. I quickly went back into my room.

He came in, and I had my back turned to him.

Then I felt his arms around me. He was hugging me.

We exchanged a couple sentences, and then I imploded.

My knees found their way to the ground and I curled over, unable to take the pain, the crushing pain in my chest as I began to cry wildly. I cried until I needed to take a breath, and felt my body shuddering with my sharp gasps for air. His arms were still around me, and he never let go.

Until I woke up.

what is pain

it doesn’t matter what made you sad, how it happened or how long it will last. whatever makes you experience the pain of sadness doesn’t escape your memory easily. it could be a death of a loved one, loss of finances, a break up, a rough patch in your life where nothing falls into place, nothing is going well for you. your career might be falling apart, or you hate it so much you come home dead every day, or your children refuse to talk to you.

for me, a couple things have gotten me very down and i’m sure i’m not the only one. after realizing the job i had landed before was nothing i had expected to be, including being a victim of unecessary pickiness and a non-encouraging environment, i had to leave it for the sake of my sanity. coming home everyday frustrated and angry and depressed wasn’t my idea of a good start to my career.

on top of that, i had recently found out my ex has a new girl now. which i’m sure she’s an amazing person. but that part of me just knows, she’s the reason why he left me. no matter how many times i tried to wrap my head around the reason he told me, “you aren’t a motivational drive for me”, it just couldn’t make sense to me. and so, when i had accidentally found out about this new girl, it all made sense. everything hit home. they met at his gym, where he basically lived, and she was a lifter. yes, that was all she had to be to have something going. and so i bawled, again, after 9 months of being as strong as i could to carry past the initial hurt, like a baby. everything hurt as much as the first time he left me to “explore with other guys” and the second time when he pulled me away from another man back into his arms just to leave me again. it’s so easy to handle it on the surface. it’s so easy to just shrug it off and say ‘it was for the best’ or ‘he wasn’t worth it, now i know’ but you can’t just dismiss memories, and experiences, like it was nothing that was worth remembering. every fucking memory in your life is worth remembering. that month of work, where my manager picked on the most ridiculous details to seeing another girl post on my ex’s post was very painful.

what is pain? is it that physical clenching of the heart or a physical wound which causes you to bleed or is it tears that just can’t stop when they had to, or rolling yourself into a ball in the washroom hoping nobody sees you? loving them to the ends of the earth only to have the dream of being together shattered by technical reasons is painful. having to leave someone you love because they’re not ready to face the world is painful. there are so many definitions of pain. but my personal definition of pain is how my heart feels since the beginning of the year. it’s in constant pain. it feels like theres  a dead weight on it, unable to be lifted no matter how much i distract myself, how much i drive myself forward, how much i see friends, help them, or spend time with family. it’s like it’s caving in on itself, and honestly, i’m a little scared.

i can barely feel a pulse when i put my hand over it, and as i lie down in bed to get through another day, i can hear its faint beating in my ears.

that’s my pain.

“Have you ever wanted to forget?”

“If it’s something you’re meant to forget, you will. Without even thinking you want to forget it. Because, the more times you think you want to forget, the stronger those memories become, right? So doesn’t that mean that, deep in your subconscious, you think you really shouldn’t forget them?”

I was okay until I wasn’t.

You were so hell bent on being my friend and I thought that was because you valued me as one. Not to make yourself feel less guilty as you try to hide the fact you have a new girl in your life.

She is everything I expected her to be- pretty, successful looking (ie probably is), and of course, she lifts. Perfect match for you. Good on you and good on her. Of course she’d be into you. Who wouldn’t.

I hope you’ll treat this new girl right. And I hope that you’ll see her as a motivation and not as another sex toy. I hope she’ll fit your every need and want. Have a good life together.

And this is the last goodbye. I will never talk to you again, just for her sake.

We know better.

It feels so good to talk to him again. Not an excited, romantic kind of talk. A normal, friendly, missing kind of talk. I miss him. Yeah, he was a great friend. My best friend. And I was treated so damn right.

But we know better. We miss the relationship. We both do. We missed the highs that came with it and even the lows. Not that we had a lot of those.

We know better than to tread backward. We know.  But knowing sometimes isn’t enough. 

Malwares and Viruses UGH.

Well, apparently that one stupid malware that was hiding in my computer months ago finally blew up. Damn it people. Why the hell did you invent viruses and malwares?? Let’s be real.. you can earn money in MANY OTHER WAYS.

So my friend suggested I get Malwarebytes for malware scan/removal and Avast for antivirus. Malwarebytes cleaned up pretty good- the malwares I had were called supersaver, clickpotato and dealsaver or some shit like that, along with some key registry infections. Albeit annoying, it worked- I was using Spybot Search and Destroy before but it never really did anything, I found. So out it goes, and installed Malwarebytes. Hopefully it and Avast don’t just peace out like AVG did..

I’ve been scanning for about an hour now with Malwarebytes and no threats have been found yet (FINALLY). Custom scanning for rootkits, within archives as well, and detecting PUP/PUMs. I’m happy just to see ‘0 detected objects’.

I actually installed Avast right when Malwarebytes was doing its job but it made a quick scan upon installation already- it has yet to run so here’s hoping -knocksonwood- the virus checks come clean.

tl;dr: people suck. download malwarebytes and avast.