Saturday, April 08, 2006

It'd odd that I come back to this blog only to see this last post was more than 3 years ago, when, once again, I find myself in the same situation I did then.

However, I have some things I need to say. This seems the best way to say it.

Judas, Tara, or whoever you are now,

No doubt you have found yourself with a boyfriend now. He used to be my boyfriend. I'm sure it all started when you started to listen to him speak about his family, his crying at the pain and pressure they have caused, and the pain of not knowing who you are because he was ripped from those he loved against his will.

See, I've heard these cries before. He started our relationship with them, he has ended our relationship several times over them. Now it's time it comes again...almost right on schedule. Don't see what I mean? Let me show you.

First, I know what you're thinking. This is the manipulative Gemini side of me coming out. I expect that. However, I don't intend to hurt you or hurt him. I merely have things to say so I can make my peace. The problem with Joey going off in his own direction each and every time, almost every year, is that he never speaks about it to me...at least until he comes running back. He will insist that we have nothing to talk about while he deftly keeps massive doors open, hides under cloaks, and generally builds a mystery that he never confesses to.

To that end, I'm merely claiming the closure I need, and in order to do that, I need to rid my mind of the pain and pressures he has brought onto me. And if you're going to bear his burden, you martyr crab you, you should know these things, too.

It started a few years ago on his 20th birthday. His cries to his mother that no one understood him except for me rang through his family. Sound familiar? This is how your relationship started, too.

Throughout our tenuous "loving" relationship, the pressures of family came time and time again. He would come to the conclusion that he wanted to reclaim what he had missed out on...a blood family. To this end, he decided that he would flirt with members of the opposite sex. This often included the drunken confession of his family history to these souls, too. Pity is his M.O.

Cassie, Carie, Georgette, and now you. See, you all have something in common besides this interesting security blanket and "means to an end" purpose.

About 5'7", long, dark hair (well, except Georgette), tomboyish, somewhat messy house, and generally a "don't mess with me" type of attitude, pale skin. Yes, they all had these personality traits. So do you. Doubt me? Ask him.

By the way, if they sound familiar, you've met someone else with this similar description: his mom. By now you should be realizing that his mother is the sole source of his problems. He never really had a mother, so he sought you out. You will be his substitute until you, too, go away.

What will become of that? I'm not sure.

See, as time ticks by, I get more and more chances to grow away from him. He will be alone again, and if you care for him, you should keep this in mind. I may be able to help him again, only time will tell.

As a Cancerian I no doubt believe that you want to take care of him, but that will be awkward when he decides to check out the same guys you do. When he wants to see the next Harry Potter movie because he is attracted to him as much as you are. When he jacks off to porn in which everyone has a penis....

My point is, I hope you realize what you are getting into. Damaged goods? Yes, he is, but I loved him for that, too. You once told me that "Maybe it was meant to be" because I had told you that I love him no matter what he does to himself, no matter what he looks like, and no matter what problems he has.

Your quote gave me strength.

Your betrayal gives me fear and hate.

By the way, he's never been one to turn down attention and has often cheated on me and those he cheated on me with, simply for attention or the long sought virtue of love. Even we were supposed to be long-term, but he decided that he found someone else to listen to his sob stories. The same stories that I have listened to, cried to, hated for the pain it brought him, wished I could erase from his memory, and the reason I wanted to take him to Seattle to help him forget. See, I was willing to stick it out and come back year after year for 4 years because of the love I had for him.

However, your part in this equation doesn't make sense, if you don't mind me saying. If anything, it cements your role as a Cancerian, but nothing else really makes sense. First, you are leaving soon within a little more than a month. Second, I honestly thought you were more attracted to me than to him. The things we had said and the things we had shared, the conversations we had and the whole world you had opened up to me were significant.

Truth be told, I had something different for you, too, but I stuck by him, and I am gay. I just loved having someone who seemed to be my more emotional twin around. There was a synergy that we had. Could that synergy have been corrupted by the sob stories of Joey? What happened to the way you used to look at me when I worked on your screenplay, or the way we used to work on tarot readings?

Yes, I've seen the looks, Tara.

So has he. That was one more reason he wanted you around. Jealousy. He wanted to make sure you saw him and only him.

I'm sure it's too late now, but don't be offended by what I have to say. They are all truths, and if you confront him with any of it, he will not speak about it and probably drown more sorrows in alcohol. See, he hates being analyzed because then he needs to face problems, and he can't do that. He's not one for dealing with problems so he finds people to do it for him...me, you, Carie, Cassie, Scott, Anthony, Andrew among the many people he's been with.

I've said most of what I can say without being around him to finish the rest. I hope he sees this on one hand, I hope he doesn't, on the other. I'm convinced he will only hate me further if he does see this. He doesn't realize how well I really do know him and how much I actually gave up to love him. At one time I gave up my friends to be with him. I gave up a promotion at Office Depot so I could be with him. I gave him a job at OfficeMax by getting him in touch with Donna and convincing him that he was better than he was at Office Depot. All of these things I have done for him out of love, he doesn't remember or doesn't care for. He takes what he can because he thinks he deserves it.

He's in pain, afterall...and that should mean he is the rightful heir to anything he wants.

I know you've seen this, too...

So I end this letter with hopes that you understand my frustrations, see the patterns, and realize the creature that is Joey. If history repeats itself, in 5 weeks he'll no doubt seek me out. Will I be here? I'm not sure. I have a lot of opportunities for transfers, out of state moving, and even remaining here and disappearing in Tucson. Time will tell now that I can do what I want.

Take care, Tara. You betrayed me in the worst way and for that I'm not sure I will forgive you, but you have shown me kindness in the past when I have messed up. Should the lines of communication open up, I'd like to extend that to you. Time will tell...

Friday, January 10, 2003

Well, the proverbial shit hit the fan, and the next couple of months are gonna be really rocky. I hope I have the strength to deal with it, that there is a purpose in all of this and that it all works out for the best. I hope he does love me, and that what he did didn't have any meaning or that he's not just loving me because he's afraid. I'm so tempted to just walk, to make him suffer, but at the same time, I know I have a chance to make him mine. It's all so confusing right now. I hope it all works out. Pray for me.

Thursday, December 26, 2002

"Awake"

Wait another minute. Can't you see what this pain has fucking done to me.
I'm alive and still kickin'. What you see I can't see and maybe
you'll think before you speak.

I'm alive for you. I'm awake because of you.
I'm alive I told you. I'm awake swallowing you

Take another second. Turn your back on me and make believe that
you're always happy.
It's safe to say you're never alive. A big part of you has died
and by the way, I hope you're satisfied.

I'm alive for you I'm awake because of you
I'm alive I told you I'm awake swallowing you

Tearing it back unveiling me.
Taking a step back so I can breathe.
Hear the silence about to break.
Fear resistance when I'm awake.

It's been so easy to convince myself to just give in. To give in to the pain and the thoughts. It's increasingly hard to ask for help. Many people are offering it to me, none of whom I want help from, and it's so easy to turn them down. I'm sick and tired of others worrying about me. I seemingly haven't been an integral part of their lives for years, and now they offer some kind of support. All I have to do is act like everything is okay and maybe they will all leave me alone and let me implode like I want to. It's so easy to just give up and give in.

Angrier songs have been ruling my cd and mp3 players. "Awake" by Godsmack and "Prayer" by Disturbed rank among the leading songs that I play and get energy out with. The only part is trying to slip away without some people noticing and with a few others really noticing. I want so badly to be a part of someone's life, but right now it goes back and forth and it's driving me man. I'm starting to think that maybe I should just cut that tie, also, and finally do what I want to do. It's easier to know you've lost an ex-boyfriend than a boyfriend, I suppose. I try to lie and say that I'm ok and don't really think about doing something to myself. It's too easy to just give in to the thoughts, and so far the easy route is all that I have time and energy for. I want to implode. They say it doesn't solve anything. I see it otherwise. I can't see it not answering some of my problems. If I'm not there, school can't get to me, work can't get to me, my friends' ridiculing couldn't get to me, and my lackluster love life can't get to me. I'm sick and tired of being torn down. I offer myself to everyone and I get nothing in return. I get concern, yet when I seem to be okay I'm up on the crucifix again, getting the jokes and insults thrown my way. That's not friendship. I don't know what it is. I keep going back because right now I'm still a little scared of myself. For the most part, I'm not really through with the cries for help. The right ears aren't listening, though. That's my fucking problem. Well, one of them.

As far as the other points, I'm at the point now where I don't want to go out with both Aaron and Chris. I get set up for too many jokes then. I'm not in the mindset to take that shit and be okay about it. I told him to either shut it or talk about it behind my back. Aaron asked me to turn around. What kept me from leaping over the table and beating him or from getting into my car and leaving them both there at the restaurant is beyond me. Maybe I'm more pathetic and more of a masochist than I thought. Right now I just know that it's so easy to give into the thoughts, to go through with the plans. God knows I'm always ready. I'm just waiting for the right moment.

Why do I still have hope?

Thursday, December 19, 2002

I really don't see it....



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Friday, November 29, 2002

"These Days"

Hey baby, is that you?
Wow, your hair got so long
Yeah, yeah, I love it, I really do
'Norma Jean', ain't that the song
We'd sing in the car
Drivin' downtown, top down
Making the rounds
Checking out the bands on Doheeney Avenue

Yeah, life throws you curves
But you learned to swerve
Me I swung and I missed
And the next thing ya know
I'm reminiscin' dreaming old dreams
Wishing on wishes
Like you would be back again

I wake up and tear drops
They fall down like rain
I put on that old song we danced to and then
I head off to my job
Guess not much has changed

Punch the clock
Head for home
Check the phone, just incase
Go to bed
Dream of you
That's what I'm doing these days

Someone told me after college
You ran off to Vegas
You married a rodeo cowboy
Wow, that ain't the girl I knew
Me I've been a few places
Mostly here and there once or twice
Still sortin' out life, but I'm doing alright
Yeah, it's good to see you too

Hey girl, you're late
And those planes, they don't wait
But if you ever come back around
To this sleepy old town
Promise you'll stop in
To see an old friend
And until then...

I wake up and tear drops
They fall down like rain
I put on that old song we danced to and then
I head off to my job
Guess not much has changed

Punch the clock
Head for home
Check the phone, just incase
Go to bed
Dream of you
That's what I'm doing these

I wake up and tear drops
They fall down like rain
I put on that old song we danced to and then

I wake up and tear drops
They fall down like rain
I put on that old song we danced to and then

I wake up and tear drops
They fall down like rain
I put on that old song we danced to and then

Saturday, November 23, 2002

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Saturday, October 12, 2002

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