I'm currently having to deal with a war that is going on inside my head.
I've been stuck under this grey cloud for the past month or 2, i just cant seem to shake it clear.
Right now the depression is winning, i dont want to do anything, i just want to stay in bed and hide from reality and sometimes i want to die.
Bipolar is ruining my life.
Hmmm im sure going to work tomorrow will lift my mood ... because a job i hate with a passion will help, especially with people who dont understand my mood and seem to make it worse.
I always seem to find myself in situations where no matter what route i choose it may have a negative impact.
Do i do the right thing and possibly end up really hurting someone or do i do something different where i'm not happy and it gives someone else temporary happiness.
I always seem to do or say things to keep whomever happy. I dont really think about the impact till its too late.
I've seem to have found my self in a rather big pickle recently. A pickle i cant seem to un-pickle no matter what i do.
I don't can't do relationships, and i can really remember why now.
This is why i like simple. Simple might be boring but my mind can handle simple.
I like plain ice cream, i like chocolate on its own, i drink water and i dont like my food touching. All simple.
Where can i find a plain ice cream partner. Preferably one that will not melt either.
Now you would think these days homophobia is not really a problem any more, especially in this generation, where it's almost cool and the in thing to be part of the LGBT community.
Well i have experienced homophobia twice now in the last week, by my mum and by who i used to class as very good friends of mine.
When i told my mum i had a girlfriend, she was disappointed. She says she isnt but i could tell.
"Oh i thought you would bring a nice lad home.". She denies saying that but i remember it clearly. I dont ever want to disappoint my mum but to have known i disappointed her for just being me hurts.
Then there were my friends. I used to travel ages to get to college, and we all lived in different towns by some distance. Since leaving college i have been working alot, and in my spare time i would see family and friends that live near by. I guess they've got a bit pissed off because i can never really find the time or the money to go to see them. I guess they noticed my Facebook relationship had changed, and it showed that i was with a girl. They left a comment on wall saying something like "What, are you gay, straight, confused, cus we sure as hell are". I deleted the post and spoke to them on chat, and just basically said i was bi. They asked how long etc. And i knew the way they were asking the questions they were thinking "OMG she must of fancied me" They were just horrible the way they were saying stuff. Again they would probably deny saying it horribly, but to me it seemed negative and again this hurt my feelings.
Now you might think, homophobia might be a bit over the top. But it doesnt just class attacks, it also includes any kind of negativity towards the person because of their sexuality.
I dont see what people's problems are.
I guess ...
I'm sorry for being me.
But what im also going to say is ...
FUCK YOU BITCHES!!!
Time to be a stereotype and have Tegan & Sara as the video.
I hate showing my emotions and i have a nack at hiding them. "There's no crying in baseball", and people will never see a Kimble cry. To see me proper cry is like spotting the loch ness monster, it aint gonna happen. Which means there's one film i could never watch in the company of others, because i cry. Not just a little cry either, a continuous sob for like half hour.
Why do i cry so much with this film?
Is it the heart felt story line and the amazing acting that makes me lose grip on reality and genuinely feel sad for the characters?
Is it the topic, the fact i have a passion for it and to see such heartache after so much hard work breaks my own heart?
Is it the use of moody cinematic effects and powerful piano pieces that melts my heart?
Or is it purely the fact i wished i had a father, or at least a father figure like Frankie?
I'm so lucky to be rid of you, you massive stupid fucking headfuck you!! Lesson learnt.
To You;
Why dont you get it ... how hard is it. I tell you but you dont listen, it doesnt seem to sink in. All i need is someone to help me, to listen to me. I thought that was your role in my life.
To You;
I was in control, i was stable, then you go and do something like that and now i dont know where i stand. You rocked the boat when i was trying to keep it steady.
Growing up yet refusing to grow up, its all good in the hood. Random ramblings, tips and other interesting things. Music will be included in every post. The music blog, without it being about music too much.