Tuesday, December 31, 2013

The Dark Side of the Moon


I am going back to my home state for what seems like a very longtime. I am transferring schools because of the lack of a certain major at my original school. I have a mixture of feelings in regards to this change. I am happy and excited because after I graduate from this school I should have a profession and make a decent amount of money. Also, I know longer have the stress and pressure of becoming a doctor. I might also be able to study a little more because I will not have anyone to annoy. I will not have people to talk to, confide in, people to hang out with and stay up late talking crazy with and dancing to ratchet music. I will not have anyone around to hold my attention and help me appreciate the little things. It is not because it’s a new school, because I don’t have friends at this school. It's not that I am not willing to make new friends. It is because I know everyone at this school already. They are the same people from high school. The same people who hated me. People that would talk about my hair, clothes, my social life. People that will judge me and laugh at me before asking what was wrong or even how I was feeling. These people have caused an undesirable feeling to reside within me, that tends to take control every time I step foot in this state. This is where the negative feelings come into play. I am leaving behind the first real friends I ever had. The first group of people who actually loved me from the beginning and whole heartedly cared about me. I feel safe and at home when I am around these friends. Now I am leaving. I know that we were going to have to separate eventually because as everyone graduates and move on and away to different parts of the country or whatever the case may be. But it was not supposed to happen this soon. I was not supposed to leave right now. I knew that it I would leave soon. But I thought that I would have another semester to find a different school that was not in this state. If I left at the end of the school year then I would be more prepared for the change and I would have a plan. The worst part about it is that I left for the holiday break holding onto the possibility that I would be returning in three weeks. Not even a week into the vacation that hope was shot with the delivery of that package.

Now I am partially at fault. I tend to let my emotions take the lead. I get mad, upset, and overwhelmed so easily then I try to find a way to run away from that feeling. I also have a bad habit of calling my mother when things are bad. Just because I expect some type of advice or positive encouragement. Even though that is not what I always receive I still continue to call. Sometimes I attach on to the negative emotions that were sometimes healed by the wrong things said and ran with it. That’s how this application got sent in. When I realized that I had made a mistake it was too late. I am also upset because made family just wanted me back up state which is understandable because they are family but at the same time it is extremely selfish. So when I was swimming in this pool of negativity they decided to use that against me to get what they want rather than think of the best solution for the situation. I could major in something else and still become a nurse which I had to figure out on my own. Meaning I could have stayed at this school. But it is too late because I already withdrew.

 I have been able to put up a front for about 95% of the people that know me. I have secrets that have a lot to do with this state and certain people. These secrets have controlled my life for quite some time. I was never able to exhale or sleep comfortably, my mind was never at rest. Going away to college helped me release a new part of me. A part of me that I never knew existed. The negative part of me was still present however it was beginning to help me grow stronger. I was actually happy and I was not alone on this new journey. I developed a family that understood me and was there for me. Even though I had some friends that were there for me more than others, they were all there.  Back in my state no one understands me the way that the friends at school do; not even my actual family. It is annoying because I am being sent back to this place. It is crazy because I watched this show that described this place perfectly. It is a place where people try to convince you that you are not alone and that you have something to live for. It is also a place where people let you down, people hurt you, and people lie. They do not see any harm in this and they do not understand because “they don’t live on the dark side of the moon”. But the one thing that I have carried with my from both parts of the moon were my eyes. Extremely sad eyes that I cannot hide no matter how strong I become. Once again, I am at fault. I have to make the decision to be happy. I have to find a way to be happy. I am determined to find this happiness. I found it within a lot of my friends. But now I need to find it within myself. The journey for this may be long but I am willing to fight for it. Because I kept getting glimpses of that happiness and from where I am standing it is the best thing in the world. Even if I hate this school a dread being there for the next 2-3 years, even if I resent certain family members, even if I end up going months or years without seeing my friends I know everything will be ok because I am going to be happy somehow.

Thursday, November 28, 2013

I Am THANKFUL for...


...The family that has always been there for me
...My mother who sacrificed everything to take care of me
...My little sisters that I love with everything inside
...The friends I have made
...My Bestfriend of 7(?) years who loves & understands me (vise versa)
...My dad and my father 
...My older sister that I look up to love and adore 
...The hard times that make me appreciate the good times
...The memories from those good times
...My strength
...My ability to love
...My life

-HAPPY THANKSGIVING 

Friday, November 22, 2013

"So Unsure of This Skin I've Slinked In"

My heart is tired. The wall around it is weighing heavy not only on my heart but on my soul. No matter how many times I exhale, the literal pain will not go away. It's that feeling that you have when you are really sad/frustrated/angry/tired/mad but you are not expressing your emotions. You are holding everything in and it is pounding at your chest, waiting to be set free. But for me there is not an exit. I have not found one yet. This all really hurts. Nothing is helping. I am still desperately fighting against this pain. Crying isn't helping anymore. I am just so tired. I just want to scream, have a rush, do something to feel normal again. The quiet sounds are not safe. My soul is VERY strong...but my heart is weak. ...What is wrong with me?

Sunday, November 17, 2013

When Will I Be Me?

I do not receive many views on my blogs, which I am fine with. The only time anyone ever comes across this is when they are searching for me. If you feel strongly enough towards me to actually search for me then you deserve to read this and all of my other blogs and learn a little about me. My blogs may not be grammatically correct and they may not make sense. But that is fine because I am just rambling and I am not an English major.

At least I know that about myself. I know at least one thing about myself which is more than some people in this world. Some people live their lives without knowing anything about themselves, but I know that I am not always capable of expressing myself in the ways that I should. As people grow into adulthood they are suppose to learn more about who they are. But somewhere down the road I was detoured and I got lost. I forgot who I am. I do not know who I really am and I do not know how to get back to that person. I lost myself and I do not know how to find her. I have gone too far off course and I can't find my way back. I honestly think that that Kenya is somewhere gone daydreaming about what use to be and all of the happy moments that made up her life. Where ever she is right now she is enjoying her life because that is the type of person she is. She makes the best of every situation. She cares about everyone and everything no matter what. She lives to please others and she is a strong young woman that is Heaven sent. She sometime make people unhappy but it is never on purpose. She sees the best in everything and everyone no matter what they have done. She does  not let people hurt her but she is open to whomever cares. She lets people help her. All of this is why I am not afraid for her, I am not afraid that she is no longer with me because she is strong and safe.

However, I am sad because she has seemed to have left me all alone and sometimes I wish that she was back here with me. But I would not want anyone to tamper with her strong being. Right now I feel all alone. I have felt alone for a very long time. My heart grew cold and I do not let people in. I do not want to bring people down with me because I would never wish my sorrows onto any other person. Most people came here for an education. But I came here to find someone anyone to help me. For once in a very long time I have felt like a new and better person. Though the sorrow tends to sneak up on me sometimes I still felt brand new. I felt stronger. I have met some amazing people and done things and I lived. I started to figure out who I am. I started to open up to people but not completely. I have not figured out how to do that yet. Somehow after being here for one and a half academic years I have found and lost friends that I became close to, friends that I have fun with, friends that make me happy. I have been lied to by friends and I have been taken advantage of. I have come across people who swear that they gave a damn about me. Some did and some did not. But I did not let that bother me. I have been a lone for so long that it does not bother me too much. I have found an older sister. An older sister that I adore and look up to. One that seems like she cares but I still can not tell yet. She could be just like every other person that I have met, but I am now hopeful and I hope that she is different. I have found brothers and older brothers that also care and are willing to help and protect me. Yet I do not care anymore. I stopped listening to promises that will inevitably be broken. I have family that loves me but they only seen a part of my life and that is all that I want them to see. They do not know this Kenya they know the other Kenya and they think that she is still here  but she is not. They see her so I have to put on her mask and play pretend.

Now it is time for me to go and I am afraid. I am afraid because my heart started to thaw out and now it is freezing back. I am leaving all of these people to go back to a life that ran the other Kenya away. I am not strong there, I am not happy there because I am alone. No one knows this Kenya and no one understands this Kenya. I am afraid of this loneliness because it is a darkness that I can not control. In this darkness I have lost a lot of things and if I go back I am not sure what else I may lose. I have already started to distance myself from this new family because it will make it easier to leave them behind. The new institution contains the people that think the worst of me without knowing me. People that stomp me down even further. No one understands the pain that I felt. I am strong enough to fight off this pain but it is about to be a long and tiresome war.

I have grown accustomed to blocking people out because it hurts when they forget about me. This time it may be a little harder because I have never had people like these before. I am going to miss my friends and my brothers and I am really going to miss my older sister. I have always wanted an older sister. Someone to help me and just listen. Someone to just be there to talk to or talk at even if they aren't really listening, someone to be that light. I am leaving them. This time leaving hurts. I do not want to go back but I have to. My mother told me that "these people" do not care about me. She tried to make me believe that they are not true and that they are not real. She says that I am too emotional and too attached. And that it is blocking my judgement. She says that I have not grown enough to realize that there are bad people in this world. But I know what is real and true. I know how to identify these bad people though my judgement may sometimes get in the way. I have stared these evil people in the eyes numerous times over the past four years. But just to help me keep my sanity I am leaving with her words in mind. It is easier to forget people who do not care. The lost Kenya would take a different approach but she isn't here. According to my mother I have to do what I have to do. But I am afraid.