Showing posts with label STRESS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label STRESS. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

ragged cuticles.

When I stare at my torn cuticle on my finger,
I see you.
I see you in that city walking without me.
Laughing without me.
Living without me.

Stress and ragged cuticles go hand in hand.
Stress can cause cuticles to go ragged.
I see this torn cuticle and I see you without me.
I see that you are okay with that.
And I feel how much that I'm not.

Friday, December 14, 2012

music is my boyfriend.

Remember how stupid that one song was where music was everything to her? I always hated that song. But it somehow ended up as the title of this post.

I need to be honest. Because I am professional at portraying myself one way when I’m really suffering.
I’m not happy with myself. I don’t mean unhappy with my hair, clothes, personality, skills, etc. I know I have a lot of things to be happy with like my health, job, family, home, etc. But at the end of the day, I’m not proud or content with where I’m at at this point in my life. I am 23 years old and I haven’t accomplished anything major besides graduating high school. I haven’t taken any big risks or chances. I’ve lived a pretty vanilla, standard life. That doesn’t mean I don’t have any crazy stories or nights under my belt, or that I’ve never done anything wild… but part of me is happy with my decisions. I’m still so young that it’s okay that I don’t know what I want to be when I “grow up” or if I even want to get married (some days I dream of it, some days I swear I will never be somebody’s anything). But what makes me worry is I don’t think I’m ever going to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. I’m afraid I’m never going to be really great at something that will allow me to accomplish anything great or huge. I want to create oppourtunities and live a life that would get a “based on a true story” movie made after it.

If the world was “Arrested Development” my life would be Ann. Ann-Hog. Egg.

Once apon a time when I was 18 and single, I was really happy with what I had going for me. I was discovering the “real world” after high-school. The life that was outside of Taylorsville High School and my friend’s basement. I had a full-time job (1pm-9pm), making new friends, staying up/out late, planning all the tattoos I would get, reading new genres of books, questioning things more, starting to rely on me to support myself instead of my parents. I really grew up and I was happy because I was doing things I had never done before and I was learning about what I enjoyed. It’s amazing how much you don’t know about yourself when you do the same routine every day.

Some people have a plan of what they want to acheive or have by blank age. I want to have a very loose plan that will still give me structure but will allow me to be spontaneous. I don’t care if I end up married with kids or single and owning a boutique in the city… all I want is to live a life that I am proud of at the end of the day and that makes me happy when I’m falling asleep.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

can't concentrate.

One time when I was in 5th grade, I found out that all of my friends were talking bad about me behind my back. When I found out, all I wanted to do was take the hall-pass to the bathroom and cry.

Cry.
Cry.
Cry.

But I didn't. I held it in and acted like I didn't care and saved it til I got home. When I got home, I screamed as loud and as hard as I could into my pillow.

And I felt so much better.

It turns out, this method still works wonderfully today. But it kind of makes me feel like a crazy.

5th grade Kaleena was brilliant.

Friday, March 9, 2012

breath in and breath out.

Stress.

Stress could be the story of my life.

When some people are stressed, they: eat, get grumpy, drive around, yell, do drugs, run, write etc.

What do I do? I usually drive around or cry. I hate the days when I get so stressed out that I end up crying.

But it helps.