Thursday, August 22, 2013

Fuck You.

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After being able to type out every single one of those Fuck Yous, rather than all of the words that I would like to have come exploding out of my brain,
I feel much, Much better.

One more time?

Wednesday, August 21, 2013


If I had said it in person,
I would have at least had your reaction.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013


So. We finally got a chance to talk in person today.
And I love him. I really do.
It makes my shit that much more complicated, and it makes seeing him become a chaos of emotions.
But. We talked.
Or tried at least.

Do you have any idea for as to how incapable I am when it comes to talking about emotions? Talking about anything that comes even remotely close to being personal?
I sat there. And I literally choked on the words that I was trying to get out
Clenching my fists, shifting my legs, shaking my head with jerking motions, and exclaiming exasperated and pained noises, trying to physically will myself to speak.

My spoken words don't feel good enough. They WERE NOT good enough.
We sat there, and I could feel his eyes on me, watching as I struggled to get the words out, tried to tell him the things he needed to hear. I didn't speak enough. My words weren't adequate enough. But I gave him a lot more than I could have given anyone else.

I believe that there really is something wrong with me. I get it, there are plenty of people who aren't capable of talking about their emotions. But I shouldn't have to physically will myself to utter and stutter through every sentence that I've got.

I love him. And he deserves better than a fucking stutter.
I know that I fucked up. I can't fix it. The whole thing was fucked up. I don't think we can fix it. No matter how much of my shit I can pull together, how many issues we can work our way through, I don't think we're capable of fixing it.

And that thought rips me to fucking shreds.
Beats the shit out of me, rips every last hair out of my head, breaks every damn bone in my body, and throws me to the curb, leaving me in a daze, having to find my car and pull myself back together here in the drivers seat.
I'm not okay. But I can wear a wig. Make a tourniquet. Put on a band-aid.
It's not a solution. But it conceals the worst of it.

Friday, August 16, 2013

And on a Brighter note,

I threw my son his first birthday party today
And I am officially satisfied, happy, and proud of the result.
Despite efforts made at ruining my day,
I pulled off a pretty hella successful birthday party
And though it was stressing as fuck, absolutely overwhelming, I was exhausted, and there were a few points when I thought I wouldn't be able to pull it off,
I was in a good mood throughout the duration of the day
A great mood, actually.
And after endless hours of cooking and stressing that everything would go as planned, I pulled off the perfect party.
And I am now officially exhausted and drained
No demons to chase my sleep tonight
This lady is going to pass the fuck out.
< 3

Thursday, August 15, 2013


Yup, I know I'm not stable.
Not happy.
And not talking to you, I think that'll fix that.
I keep going back and forth.
It'll be better not to be with you.
And then I switch to dammit it'll be better to be with you.
Yeahhhh if I'd seen you it'd probably be different
If I'd gone ahead and came out and said what I needed to say over the phone?
Yeah it'd probably be different.
But I didn't.
And it's not.
So what the fuck ever.
Ill get over it.
And I'll be okay.
After all of this, I know I'm not okay.
And I'm not just going to throw myself down the drain by putting myself through more.
There's so much that I could say to you,
Would probably help clear it all up,
Or will just lead to you giving me more lectures.
I suck at confrontations.
And that where most of my problems stem from.
But fuck it.
Ill be fine.
I'm over trying to blame you for any of it.
I just need to get a move on.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013


Aaand another opportunity to get it all out, gone.

Faith, you are just quite wonderful, aren't you.

Sure I Am.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Happy? Wha?

"It seems we have no control whatsoever, over our own hearts" god dammit. Yeah. No matter how much I can shut myself off, pretend its all good, bring up my walls and create the perfect facade? Yeah. No control over my damn heart.

Let me get this straight. This past week and a half? It's been a blended tsunami hurricane and tornado of fucking emotions. I'm going crazy. The majority of the time? Yes. I can all shove it to the back of my mind. I can tell all of you people that I'm beginning to feel just fine. But really? Still that internal storm. If you would just let me see you? I don't even know. I could go crazy. I could be just fine. But god dammit. I really need to see you. And my guess is, you're not going to let me spend a single moment alone with you. And so. I've got to figure this out alone. Everyone can make their efforts, try to talk me into feeling better, but you know what? You. You're the only person capable of calming all of this crazy. And all it's going to take is some time alone with you. Of course, I really doubt that you're going to grant that.

I take these steps. I go through these actions. Make these motions. Because they help me put up my front. Of course, I have a pretty bad feeling that this front is just going to push you away. But really, I don't see any scenario that will bring you closer. Because for the first time in my life, I really did let go. And what did it get me? Left alone, when I thought I was going to have you there for good. Make another attempt when we have our shit straight? How can we attempt that when you can leave me so shattered and alone? When you plan on making another attempt with someone, you don't do that. You don't leave them in the dark. I absolutely love you. And you know what? You made the claim that you loved me too. But quite honestly, I really don't believe that anymore. Not for a second. You don't do that to someone you love. And I don't know if I can let myself be in that position: being the girl who loves, but isn't loved back. It's too much hurt.

How could you? You tell me that life was getting stressful, and we just weren't having any fun anymore? That's really the only reason you were in it to begin with? Was for the fun? That right there, that tells me that you aren't in it for the long haul. How could you possibly expect something that's going to last, to be all about fun? All of that. All of this. It shatters me inside. I can't stand it, and I hate it, and I feel like I'm going to die. Thanks for that.


Those moments when you're laying in bed, trying to close your eyes, will the sleep to take charge? Those moments are the hardest. You're alone. Your bed is meant for two. You see the sunlight creeping through your window. Those moments? The moments when sleep won't take charge? Those moments are the moments that drive you crazy. It's just you and your thoughts. The only companion available, is the one most willing to remind you of every wrong move you've ever made. Loves to remind you of all your flaws, loves to reveal all of your true and horrid traits. Those moments? They hate the living shit out of you, and there isn't a spare moment that they will spend to take a moment and just give you a break. In the midst of happiness, and in the midst of depression, those moments? They will find you, and they will ruin you. Every chance possible. Every attempt at closing your eyes. The moments will come. Every. Single. Time.

Friday, August 9, 2013


Method for self-inflicting pain.

Pierce me, Pierce Me, PIERCE ME.

Grant that one desire, and I promise the rest of it'll go away

When there's no more room for any more holes,

Gimme the ink
And keep washing that pain away


I've come to realize, that I am a lot more introverted and withdrawn than I originally suspected. I spend so much time thinking things over and playing out scenarios in my head, that I forget that throughout that whole duration, I haven't said a single word To anyone. I don't trust people. To trust anyone with your deeper thoughts is to trust them not to use those thoughts against you. It's to trust them not to call you two faced or indecisive when you've decided to change your mind about something, And to trust that your secrets are going to be safe with them. Too many people are untrustworthy. And too many of my thoughts are too important to me to be put in any sort of jeopardy. So I simply don't trust. While I don't trust, I try not to judge either. To judge is to decide that you don't like a being, and to have dislike only creates discontent. Discontent and dislike cause too much drama. And I've got way too many things to go over in my head to be worrying about any sort of drama.
I don't think that I care about the real world nearly as much as I care about the world inside my head. I'm not sure if that means there's something wrong with me. I'm pretty sure that in all likelihood, It's a pretty good sign of it. No one else seems to have problems with connecting with people. And while I get along with people, I don't connect. I think that links with the trust issues. There are few people that I trust, and for those that I do, I still have to remind myself that yes, this is Someone I can talk to. Yet even when I am talking and trusting, my mind is going over everything so fast, conversing debating and discussing with itself, that I forget to tell it all. And so I'm still stuck with this whole mess in my head. It gets to the point where I simply don't talk until I can pick out exactly what words there are to describe exactly what it is that I want to say. People tend to get impatient with that shit. So most of the time, it's better to just answer with, "Alright." "Okay." and "Idk."
Even if I could dish out every thought and opinion, you still have to take into consideration the fact that people are just going to stop listening after a certain period of time. Or maybe they haven't been listening all along. Either way. At some point within that conversation, you can see it written plainly on their faces and within their body language that they no longer care about where all of these words are going. "This sucks. Time to worry about my Facebook status."
One more thing: I guess I really don't discuss myself. I guess that makes sense; considering I don't trust and don't talk and shit. Apparently No one really knows anything about my life or how I grew up or what I've gone through. This whole time, I was certain of the fact that I was an open person; an open book. Turns out, I guess I'm not.

Oh, yes, indeed, Ma'am. You are quite Crazy. Maybe I should get some cats. Yup, quite Crazy.


Here's how it goes:
When I'm frustrated,
I read.
When I'm depressed,
I read.
When I'm alone,
I read.
When I'm going crazy trying to straighten out all of my shit and all of my thoughts and take a break from figuring out all of the chaos and insanity,
I read.

So here I am:

Guess what:
It's not working.

How Grand.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013


Soooo... Almost six months since my last post. That long? Really? Yeahhh.. I guess so. Few things to catch up on: New job, New place, New look, and New Boyfriend <3 yup, turns out that the undatable - i.e. me - really are datable. (Yaaay)

New job? My schedule with enough pay to be able to do better than just provide for Rory. New place? With one of my best friends, someone who gets how I work and although can get absolutely irritated with it, still manages to overcome it at the end of the day. New look? I chopped it all off, went somewhat blonde, and then reverted to black. New boyfriend? Envision an army guy, now make him ten times tougher, then cover him up in tats. Tough as nails, and I'm the girl who gets to see him smile =]

Alright I'll admit it I'm gloating. But yes. Life for me right now is quite unconventional. But it seems that I thrive within that sort of environment. I've finally got Rory every other week, and it works out awesomely for me. I'm the happiest that I've been in years. Yes, I said it, Years. And I've got all of the people within my life to thank for that.

I realize that where I am right now, is not where I'm going to settle; I still have to work towards a career, find a place that I want to make permanent, and all of that grown up stuff. But relationship-wise, I believe the people that I've grown to accept within my life are people that I want to have around permanently. We've all got to stick together, right? Grow together. Yeah. That's what we'll do. We'll Grow.

Monday, January 21, 2013

Bitch, Please.

So my year;
Like I predicted, nothing is boding well.
I started off on December 31st by ramming in the hood on my daewoo
followed that with losing my wallet, which means no ID, no debit cards, no cash, no anything
didn't get the raise that I was promised, and because I lost my cash, was short on my rent
and our pipes clogged up so we weren't able to use the drains whatsoever

but hey
I fixed my car
I got a new ID
ordered new cards
arranged a payment method for my rent
and the clog is fixed

So yeah,
this year is coming up with some pretty shitty road blocks
but I guess you could say I'm a pretty handy construction worker

Bring it on, 2013
Because it's going to take a lot more than a few ditches to break me.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Ms. Brightside

I'm finally almost over you
and you're idiotic version of a break-up
almost at that point where I'm about to make a move-on
you would have thought it'd take longer
but bitch,
I'm Over It.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Resolution Number One

My wallet continues to elude me
and my throat has resorted to torturing me.

But, today is a pretty okay day.
I still need to get cash
I still need something for my throat
and I still need a new ID
But I'm up for dealing with all of that.

I get Rory tomorrow.
This momma is pretty hella excited =]
He's on his way to learning to crawl,
get's on all fours, and even made a lunge forward today <3
That kid is going to be ten times more of a handful once he's figured that all out

Anyway. My Update.
I plan on quitting smoking.
I'll admit I'm not quite excited
But. I don't think that it helps settle these mood swings.
And I need to quit being broke.

So here's to my belated New Years resolution.
I'm not looking forward to the next week, but what's one week compared to fifty-two right.

Now for a more positive resolution that I can look forward to?
I still haven't figured one out yet.
But I'll get there.

Happy Motha' Fuckin' New Year, Bitches

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

My New Year's Prediction was Right.

I lost my wallet. How grand. I predicted this bullshit didn't I. Damn bad omens.


When you're getting everything on track
You're on good terms with everyone who matters
You know what you want and where you're going
You're beginning to accept what's already been done
and You're beginning to move past that

That's when life is supposed to be great... Isn't it?
That's when you're supposed to have it all figured out... Right?

So why do I get the feeling
more than should be so
that I simply don't know myself anymore

I feel as if I'm hiding something from myself
and That part of me that's doing the hiding;
It's hideously depressed.

I feel like somewhere amidst all of these drastic life changes
I've lost myself

How is that even supposed to be possible?
Your sense of being is the only thing that you're supposed to rely on

and When you've lost that
that Identity
that Security
that simple sense of knowing who you Are
Then what do you have, really?

In an attempt to remain honest with myself,
My self has lost it's honesty with me.

All of this,
it's just one big scramble to figure myself out
a scramble that really just doesn't want to work itself out right now.
a scramble that's hitting me pretty hard.

Quit hiding shit from yourself Faith.
I'm starting to thing you're crazy.
Fuck Off.

Monday, January 7, 2013

Mood Swings

I've been really moody lately.
and there's really no reason to explain why.
I find it very frustrating.
Which really doesn't help.

I feel like I've tried everything:
Spending time with family;
Spending time with friends;
Spending time alone;
All of it is just not working.

A little help here?
Just make the thoughts go away,
Take away all of the feeling
and make it all go numb.
Then maybe we could finally make some progress.

Help me out.
Never mind. Fuck off.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Big Bang

Happy Belated New Years Everyone!
I welcomed my New Years with a Big Bang. Quite fun, quite fun.
my coworker and I went out to celebrate, and I danced from ten at night 'till five in the morning. It was definitely a blast.
The parts for my little daewoo are ready to be picked up, so pretty soon my car shall go from looking like this:

To looking like the pretty little baby she was in the first place.
best part? either my dad and my brother will fix it while I'm at work, or I'm going to be learning how to replace a hood myself.
Um. cool.

Have a good night all
and to all a good night

Monday, December 31, 2012

Referring to the Last Post...

You know what the best part about the whole incident was??
The guy I rear-ended said that he got hit the exact same way in the exact same spot two weeks ago.
So the last guy was lucky enough to hit this guy's car.
I got stuck with hitting his rental.
Hooray for me?

Well Doesn't that Bode well for a Happy New Year

My car. Has taken to appearing as if it's demolished.
I rear ended this guy in a Jeep as he was turning.
Of course, his car is fine. It's a Jeep. Come on.
All he got was three miniscule holes in his bumper. They look like pen pokes.

But my car? Man oh man my car.
My hood is demolished.
and my left light casing is destroyed.
But the car works.
That's all that matters right?
well, aside from the fact that my poor car is absolutely hideous now.

Alaska, I need a break.
Make up your mind about the weather already, because my little daewoo really just does not appreciate all of these moodswings.

Despite the fact that I'm taking this as a very bad omen for my New Year
I'm going to try to move past it.
"Try" being the key word.



Alaska. I am very upset with you.

I'm moving to Florida.

Saturday, December 29, 2012


Sooo. Life's been getting easier, I'm getting happier. This vacation was much much muchly needed. Rory and I are doing great, my parents got him one of those baby jumpers that hangs from a doorframe, and heabsolutely love love looves it. I've finally had time to go out and dance my tiny little heart out while he's with his dad, and man am I sore, but it was more than worth it. I freaking owned that floor ;]

My confidence is soaring, my stress is disappearing, and my life is coming back together. If you ask me, this is probably one of my most successful vacations yet.

I own this shit, Motha Flippa

Monday, December 17, 2012

No More Ostriches. I'm a Giraffe with My Head Held High.

I believe that; scratch that. I Hope that. I am now entering a new phase. Leaving behind the who gives a fucks and entering the lets get this shit straights

I feel calmer. Slightly happier. and just a little more satisfied. I'm hoping that may be enough to get a move on. I know what I need to do. and I know what I want to do. And I've got enough clarification to separate the two.

Referring to one of my past posts: I think honesty may be the key. Well it's a start anyway. The humor really does need to stick around if I plan on getting anywhere anytime soon.

But anyway. I thought I'd just let it be known. Faith is entering a new phase. Hopefully we're not stuck with all of that dreary crap from here on out.

go stick your head in the sand.
just kidding

Tuesday, December 11, 2012


How do you define a good start to your day? Getting on the scale and seeing a number even better than your pre-pregnancy weight, merely 4 months after giving birth. Thought running through my head? "Yesssssuh Bitchesss!" I finally beat that 125 lb hump, I'm at 122 Baby! 3 more pounds, and I shall officially be satisfied ;]

Now with a start like that, how do you keep that successful high going? Well, forgetting your lunch shouldn't usually help; But, in this case, forgetting my lunch lead to going out to get lunch, which, as a result, happened to be the first real deal meal I've had in aages. Barbecued chicken, jojo's, two types of pasta salad and a whole jug of orange juice later, My day has definitely been feeling quite victorious. No top ramen or frozen pizza for lunch for this chica, no sir not today. At this point, I'm damn near satisfied.

How do you end the day with that blissful high? Well, guess what. Anchorage has snow. And I love snow. Add to that the fact that it's the perfect kind of sticky snow, and I'm about to head out the door to make myself a snowman. Ohh, yeah. Today turned out to be awesome. And with that, I shall be satisfied. <3