Reflection

I'm not sure what it is that brought me to this site tonight...but looking at it and thinking back makes me really want to post.  It has been over a year since the last post on this blog.  It is still so odd to me thinking back on how I used to come to this page multiple times a day, not so that I could post or anything predictable like that, but to further my relationship with a complete stranger, someone who I felt knew me so well on the inside, and someone whom I actually came to rely upon.  Someone who I never fully came to understand.  It's still crazy to me that I never will.

People come in and out of your life.  I have always heard that saying, and understood that it was true, but I guess I never realized that a lot of the time you aren't really sure where these people went or where they came from and why.  I'm the kind of person who truly believes that everything happens for a reason.  I have my God and I believe that He knows what He's doing up there.  The problem is that He doesn't share this plan with me, and I feel like I'm floundering sometimes.  A lot of the time actually.  Well.  All of the time lately.  And while I understand that this is what growing up means, more problems and less answers, or at least less answers that are completely and 100% correct.  And while I'm thinking about all of my life decisions that I have to make, and ones that I know that I will have to make in the pretty distant future, I think back.  I think back to a time when I had my future set.  When I believed in me and someone else, someone who didn't even really know me completely had faith in my success.  And that still blows my mind to this day.

Sometimes people don't realize the affect that they have upon someone else's life.  Everyone has heard stories about this, one act of kindness has saved a person who was going to commit suicide, and things like that, and the person who performed the act of kindness didn't even know.  Honestly, when a person who has never even met you, but claims to truly understand you, puts all of their faith in you...it's an amazing feeling.  You can literally feel your heart swell up with happiness and confidence, because that's really all that you want, someone to believe in you and tell you that even though your dreams are far-fetched...you're one in a million (or two in a million in our case), you are special.  Special.  That is all that I have ever wanted to be.  So many people try so desperately to fit in and be like everyone else.  All I have ever wanted to be was different.  People these days are the complete opposite of what I want to be.  Materialistic.  Vain.  Attention-seeking.  Narrow minded.  Ignorant.  Above all, pessimistic.  I don't want reality to make a pessimist out of me.  I don't want to be like these people that I see around me who are just completely miserable, even though they have apparently perfect lives.   I want to be different, and having someone who you feel incredibly connected to, tell you that you're like a start shining in the darkness...that is something that I will carry with me forever, even if I'm not so sure that I believe it anymore.  You see, because I think the world is starting to change me.  And it scares me.

How do you make a dream come true?  When it is something completely out there and out of your reach, how do you do it?  Personally...I think you need support.  I believe that that is the biggest stepping stone that you can have, because without it, you're lost.  And I feel lost without that supporter that I used to have.  How can someone who claimed to understand and care so much just walk away with no explanation?  It actually kills me to realize that all the questions that I have will probably never be answered.  There was always the plan to try to find the one that left us but...I have a feeling that you're already gone.  Whether physically or mentally, I just feel as though whatever was there just isn't anymore.  And that the message that you left us with was meant to tell us something, but we never understood.  Racking my brain, it's still too confusing, and the further away it gets the even less sense that it makes.

Essentially, here is what I came here to say: I miss being that girl.  I miss being more naive than I am now (which I'm still pretty naive, but I wish I was even more so).  I miss having faith in humanity.  I miss being able to completely trust a complete stranger with all my dreams and fears because I truly believed that they actually cared.  I miss it.  I miss being a kid.  While everything that I have been through has certainly made me stronger, I am also very delicate because of it all.  I never knew it was possible to feel delicate and strong at the same time.

 I want to be Peter Pan and be a child forever, and a lot of people don't seem to understand why.  Whenever I say something of this sort, I get this look that says, why???  Well, I give the same look to people who say they want to grow up.  I am perfectly content with believing like a child and being happy like a child.  With working with a child's intense concentration.  With being angry one second and completely thrilled the next.  With being completely satisfied with all of the little things in life.  With having that freedom and simplistic understanding of everything.  I'm sorry, but being an adult does not look fun to me.  To me it comes with burdens and unhappiness and restrictions, and that is the complete opposite of what I want out of life.  It is so hard to keep the mind of child when growing up surrounded by people who have this "adult" outlook on life.  I refuse to accept that this is my fate.

I have struggled a lot in recent years.  My head has not been a pleasant place to live, and it still isn't to be completely honest.  That is why I so desire this carefree outlook on life.  I want to get out of my head and into someone else's.  Someone who is confident and happy, and who is not quite so delicate.  I understand that I am the only person who can change the way that I think, but that is so much easier said than done.  Thinking the way that I think is ingrained in me, like a bad habit that I can't break.  I have yet to find a way to break this, and while some think that it's because I'm not trying or that I don't want to change, I beg to differ.  It is not pleasant being miserable.  It is not fun to look into the mirror and see a five hundred pound woman looking back at you when everyone around you is trying to tell you that you're thin.  There's just so much negativity and awful voices saying awful things inside of me, and I don't know how to tell them that they are not welcome here.  They've lived here all my life, and they feel like permanent residents, and that is absolutely not what I want.  I want to be confident.  And happy.  And freed from the restrictions that my mind has placed on me.  I feel defeated 95% of the time.  The rest of the time I realize that this cannot go on forever.  I refuse to accept that this is my fate.  That I will dwell in this negativity forever.  I need to believe that God will get me through this because if I can't believe in that then I have nothing to believe in.  This is not a life that I want to live.

I already know that if I died tomorrow I would have so many things that I would be thankful for.  But I also know that if i died tomorrow that I would have so much unfinished business.  SO many things that I never did, never said, and above all, never changed.  Be the change you wish to see in the world.  Ghandi.  He really knew what he was talking about.  This world that I live in is not a pleasant one.  But if I am like the world around me, then who am I to complain?  I need to be the example of what I want to see around me.  And I do not want to see young girls with eating disorders.  Or young girls with perfectly happy lives who are completely unhappy.  I feel like I have so much to offer the world, I just don't know exactly what it is or how I'm supposed to give it to the world...

I'm a wandering soul.  That is for certain.  However, I do intend to find myself and figure everything out.  While I do feel defeated quite often, I am never actually defeated.  I refuse to be.  I am much stronger than that.  And whether this person from my past realizes it or not, he is one of the first people to actually convince me of that.  While they may be gone from my life, and probably have no idea the affect that they had on it while they were in it, I am carrying everything that they said with me.  Ingraining it into my person because they were one of the first people to make me believe that I was worth it.  Worth everything.  And that I could do or be anything that I wanted to be because I was special.  In the most amazing way.

So no matter what happened in the past, or what happens in the future, I need to thank this person from my past.  Out here where it all started.  Thank you so much for believing.  For inspiring.  For caring.  Even if just for that small amount of time.  It changed me.  It changed us.  And while we are quite uncertain as to where our futures will take us, we are certain that we are special.  Stars shining in the darkness.  Thank you.

Reflection is good for your soul.  Who knew.
<3 p="">Renee

Hm.

remember my namee.

all i need right now is some inspiration. i've realized that inspiration keeps me going. and that i've been lacking it lately. all i can do is dig deep into music. some artists just know how to say things. and they can say them because they know. not because the music was written for them and because they think 'maybe by saying this, this song will be a hit!' they say it because they feel it. and when the singer feels it, and sings it, you can feel it.

i wish i could sing. i wish i played an instrument. i could dive into music so much more than i do now. maybe i could start again.

i love when you hear a song, and they'll say a lyric that makes you tilt your head. ones that make you mull the sentence over again and smile and go 'omg yeah! thats cool!' ive found an artist recently that makes me do that. that makes me think i CAN do things. when people look at me and my dreams and give me that look like they've already seen me fail, this artist just makes me feel like they cant stop me. those people cant stop me and they WONT stop me.

i wanna paint. i just want to see colors and let them say what i'm feeling. i want to have something happen that gives me inspiration to never hold anything back ever again. i've been slowly progressing to that stage. i just need something to happen that opens my eyes. that smacks me in the face. that gives me even more fight than i have now.

i've reached this undeniable cross roads. for awhile there, i was just cruisin. letting things happen because i didnt know where to go next and i knew things were changing, so i was just going to go along with them. and its weird because...now i see things changing. i'm aware of their change as they are changing. and i want them to change, and i'm letting them. but now...i want to fuel them. i want to add some change of my own. instead of just letting my life take a course and going for the ride, i've started wanting to take an active part in it all. i want control now.

i dont know. theres just so much on my mind. as usual, but idk. its different. its hard. i dont know what to do.

peace&love.
regina.
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aint that the truth.

its weird. we can never truly let go of this thing. from time to time, i find myself looking at this blog and thinking to myself...i should so post right now. but then i'm like.... okay. what the fuck am i supposed to say.



i haven't really figured that out yet.



i'm just winging it.



and its like..i feel like i have so many things i could say. but its either i don't know how to say it, or don't know why i would.



moral of my story these days: i don't know what to do. thats it. i'm at this standstill of just confusion. i literally have no idea what to do with my life. obviously i'm gonna go for acting, thats just how its gotta go. i know at some point, me and renee are going to hollywood and going for it. because why wouldn't we? whats there to lose? after all of this. why would we just...forget about it? we cant. the want and need has turned into second nature. its engrained into us. this longing. and i wonder what it would be like to actually go for it and achieve it. how that would actually feel. that fulfillment. would that feeling last? i wanna say it would for sure. from my standpoint right now and where i am in life, i wanna say that if i accomplished my LIFE LONG DREAM, i don't see how that feeling would everrr go away. and i know myself. i know that i'm grateful for every damn thing that happens to me. i know i would not take it for granted. i don't think that i would ever fully adjust to it. or forget what my life was like before it. i've been living without it for so long...i could never forget this. i wanna work hard and have it pay off. i want all this to have meant something. because i know it does. but its whether or not we act on it. do something about it. it means something. i'm going to prove it does.

"shoot for the moon, and even if you miss it, you'll land among the stars."
i must remember this. while we are shooting for the moon, i need a plan incase i miss. but this is where i run into problems. i feel like i'm no where in the middle. i'm either too much of something, or too little of something else. in this case, there is SO many things that i want to do out there. i want to live hundreds of times, so i can take a different path each time and just experience it all. do it all. because thats what i want. but being in school...i need to know. i need to have a certain avenue. a plan. a career in mind. but. i cannot pick. for the life of me. and its just making me think. and wonder. i guess nothing is set in stone. i just have to remember that. i can do whatever i want. its my life.

but life is scary. but its exciting. theres a lot of things you go through that make you who you are. its just leaves me in awe sometimes. how the different experiences each person has been through has shaped them. and affected them. studying people. thats what i should do.

but idk...lol. then i think about cooking. ohh, how i wanna cook. me and renee are gonna be caterers(: when we're famous, we'll cater our famous friends weddings. it'll be grand.

so i have those 2 in mind. acting and catering. definitely going to take cooking classes. but then theres criminal justice. i love the law. it leaves me in awe too. that class goes the fastest for me.

i'd like to say i'm good with people. i love little kids. working wth kids would be cute. it'd be nice to establish relationships with people on a daily basis. teach them. change them.

i just don't know. i want to do it all. but i can't. and i'm accepting it. its just a slow process of realizing it, accepting it, moving on from it, deciding on something, and going for it...and sticking to it. not regretting it. living it. its just overwhelming to say the least.

and school isn't the only thing i have going either. school is actually not as important to me as i may have made it seem. i'm all about life. not school. i'm about life. and experiences. and family and friends. and being there for people. i'd rather miss a class and be there for someone, any day. fuck exams, everything.

and ya know what. i need to let something out.

exqisico. where the fuck did you go? and can you please come back? you don't read this anymore i don't think...which i still fail to understand, but its been a couple years already ya know...if you want to make an appearance, and explain yourself, we'd totally appreciate it. i think thats the first time i, or renee, have ever directly addressed you. but i am. right now. i'm asking you. exqisico. exqisico del amor. just come back please. we need to talk.

i'm definitely doing this more often. and i mean that.

peace,
regina.
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Anonymous said...

When is the asshole getting out of the nuthouse?

27 July, 2010 6:10 PM




....once again, i ask... are we talking about the same asshole here?

my confused mess.

average.
just that word makes me cringe. everything about that word repels me and makes me want to run away from it. i've always thought that i couldn't be average, that me and rina were unlike anyone else. i've always just assumed that we were special because we aren't like anyone else, it's just something that we've always thought. it wasn't like we were trying to say that we were better than everyone, just that we were different, special. we've always thought so, and now i'm questioning it.
what is it that makes someone above average? being good at something, just even one thing, that one thing that you can call yours. i don't have anything like that. there's nothing, no special talent or anything, that sets me apart from the rest.
i am terrified of being average. of being someone in the crowd who is just like every one else. i hate people. they are ignorant and materialistic and just plain stupid. i don't want to be like them. i don't want anything about me to be average. i've always liked being short-it's not like everyone else. i can't say that i liked being above average in the weight department as a kid, but hey, it set me apart right? idfk if i'm average in that area now or what, but that's besides the point. i'm not sure why every fiber of my being doesn't want to be average. i guess it's just the way i was put together. all i know is that i can't stand that thought. i've always thought that i was different, and it must sound crazy, but being told that maybe i am average....it's definately eating away at me.

the worst part of it all. this reminds me of..the old days. when i think about my fear of being average, there is only one person who i want to hear from. only one person who i think i would believe in this situation...the one person who helped me out and gave me advice on this very same problem..God, i don't even know how long ago that was. i was told that average people didn't have this problem. and that for stars, shining in the dark is what they do. me and rina being the stars. our lives the darkness surrounding us. he is the one person who i need to tell me, that i'm worrying about nothing. i need him to be here now and tell me that we weren't the reason that he left. that we are different and special.

maybe the root of the problem here is loneliness. i couldn't even tell you. i need someone to believe in me, in us. i need someone to tell me what to expect and not to be afraid of it. i need something. i need someone. there are so many things that i want, things that i have no idea how to go about getting.

this post was insane. it was snippets of my thoughts, all jumbled up, probably in a confused mess. i'm caught inside this insane moment, one that is never ending, one that i'm unsure of how to escape. i can block it out when i'm distracted, but when left to think, my thoughts fester inside of me. i'm not sure what to do with them. how to communicate them.

this is one of those moments where i wish that one person read our blog. not just any person though. him. these moments don't come along often, because i hate seeming pathetic. but, just this once, i wish he could see the mess he left behind.
Renee.

Are you a good witch or a bad witch?

i'm pretty sure i speak for both of us when i say that i have never been more confused in my entire life. ever. i would also like to point out that we should be secret agents. because honestly, we rock. one last thing: we will figure this out. we will. no matter how long it takes, this mystery will haunt us. you can erase the blogs, but the memories remain. the more time that passes, the easier it becomes to win. i'm sure that if anyone were to read this (well, come on, no one does anyway) they'd be so confused. but hell, what do i care anymore? it's so damn hot, i must go swim. peace. Renee