I was really looking forward to October this year, but this month fucking sucks!! I thought, after everything that happened during the summer, I'd get rewarded with a whole lot of fun during one of the most exciting months out of the year. I know that it is foolish of me to expect... I guess my healing journey wasn't done with me yet. For fucks sake.
I'm exasperated at this point. I am tired of being alone with my mind. I get it, all I have to do is sit back and let it all happen. I am having trouble believing that good things will eventually come my way. And if I'm being honest with you, I'm tired of being other people's cheerleader while they pay me dust!! It gets to a point, really. Do I constantly have to be subjected to everyone's constant accumulation in success and adventures? Would they do the same for me once my success and adventures come in? Or am I more palatable when I'm at my lowest?
I am very used to being a background character in everyone's life. I would wish a certain family member "happy birthday" every year with a post. I would listen to their problems and try to make them laugh. We grew up with each other, closer than any other family member at that point. But then one day, they looked at my skin and noticed that I had freckles. They also noticed a birthmark on my face and spat that it was a "mancha". We were in our mid 20's at that point. I still remember when they cut bangs as a kid and everyone in the family was losing their minds over. After all of this time, they barely noticed that I had freckles.
I just want to be treated right, man. I had a horrible time growing up, why am I being treated like this? What kind of life is this? I am tired of constantly fighting and defending myself. This is bullshit!! There's nothing left for me here. There is no point in me being here. Everyone else gets to move one, so that means that I can too. If that means leaving everyone else behind, so be it.
I'm so scared of living my life in vain
I'm always always craving for better vibes
My hands are rough, my soul is heavy...
But they've always held me down
When my whole life was going south
Anyways, I know the only way I can go is up. I am going to put myself first. No one has power over me anymore. The second I have a chance to get the fuck out of here, I will take it so fast. It is time for me to leave. DO YOU HEAR ME?!! I'm ready to go now!! I am here to receive!!! I am open to your promises!!! Let my manifestations come in now!! It is hard to believe, but "it's not faith if you're using your eyes".
But yeah, this October sucks ass!! No fun at all! And I miss my grandpa. That was one of my ties that was severed, so I really do feel like there's nothing left for me anymore. There are only 6 days left until Halloween and I don't fucking give a shit. I am also not oblivious to the multiple atrocities happening during this time, in regards to politics and genocides. It's devastating out here. It's very hard to keep hope during these times.
I guess I gotta live through this because "they'll" try to re-write history when I'm old and shriveled up. We are alive and experiencing fascism while Burger King sells orange hamburgers and college students are shamelessly using A.I.? Our "president" is tweeting (that in itself should be an ick right away) A.I. generated videos of him flying a plane and dropping shit on peaceful protesters. People are describing rape as "getting cracked"? An alarming large amount of people think indecent exposure is not sexual assault... And the kids can't fucking read or write.
People have survived through worse conditions. I have to have hope so that I can succeed in my mission, if people deem it important enough to invest in. My mission in life is to keep people going. Art is very important to me and I won't let A.I. take that away. A.I. should stick to detecting early forms of cancer and manual labor. Fuck capitalism, and FUCK YOUU!!!!
I'm currently listening to Crystal Castles and I'm getting just a little bit triggered, lol. I used to listen to Crystal Castles, Lana Del Rey, and Ayesha Erotica while I was actively cutting myself. I'm also on a weight loss journey and that has been triggering me as well. Because, while I was listening to those artists and actively cutting myself, I was also starving myself and running constantly. I lost a lot of weight like that. I heavily leaned into harmful coping mechanisms at that time, I wanted to destroy myself.
Nothing will ever be the same again, and that's a damn good thing. It took me a long time to recover from that period of my life. I will not go back there. But I can try to listen to CC again and create different vibes from that. It's a bit harder to change the vibes compared to the other 2...
This has been me as of late... "Oh, I feel like fucking shit, I wonder why..." Why the fuck do they taste so goddamn good?? Typically, I only drink one a day and I try not to drink them often. I'll probably enter another dry spell after this, due to my current period of hedonistic indulgence. I haven't been feeling good, I know I have to cut myself off soon. I have to get shit done, you know? I need to drink water and eat better food. Brown rice, you bitch. Water.
BUT! I have been drinking a LOT of tea as well. I love tea. I love coffee, but I haven't been liking it as of late, so when I want something warm late at night, I drink tea. Ever since I got fake sugar, I have been drinking tea back to back. Cinnamon Apple Spice, Chai lattes, Peppermint, Ginger Peach Turmeric, Earl Grey. I Love!!! Especially since I was sick for over a freaking week!! Who gets fucking sick in October?? I still have some leftover phlegm. Fucking stupid. This October blows!!!
I was using this month as a crutch. Something to look forward to so that I can keep going! But October is basically over, and nothing fucking happened!!! Now what the fuck am I going to look forward to?? Winter??? The bleak, hollow, cold air of another lonely winter solstice??? Without my grandfather?!?! Give me my blessings, give me my blessings, give me my blessings or else the cold will take me. Where are all the warm lights? A hot porcelain cup in my hands? The caress of sweet words against cold ears? The inviting presence of a lit window, while I tread through a relentless snowstorm? My ten of cups, my six of pentacles, my four of Wands, my six of swords???
I know that if I have to ask, it will not come. Listen to Hayley's words, you fool! Be the actual Fool! The hanged man! The alchemist! It's hard to believe... You're gonna feel like a real idiot when it all comes in. I don't want to be a good dog anymore.








