Sleep

I keep rubbing my eyes.
They keep closing.
But they won’t stop opening.
Why won’t they just stay fucking closed?

The world is silent around me.
But my mind screams way too loud.
Which one do I listen to?
I nod off.

Why do I have to categorize myself?
Anxiety.
Why do I have to have a definition?
Mental Illness.

Why am I this person?
Why me?
Why can’t I just ignore the world as everyone else does?
Why

I just want to smile aimlessly.
Feel stupid for trusting everyone I meet.
I’m tired of thinking.
I knew it.

I’m tired of knowing that this is just a phase.
I’ll be back to ‘normal’ in a week or two.
I’ll smile and laugh.
And no one will ever know I was sad at all.

Even I’ll forget.
Until the next time.
Until anxiety.
Until my eyes won’t close again.

Fighting Back

Lately as I’ve mentioned my anxiety has been miserable. I’ve been doing well about fighting off panic attacks, but it wears me down a lot. I’m constantly tired and having to fight off negative emotions. It sucks because everything is going well, it’s just the way my head works.

Because of past experiences, I’m a paranoid person about other people. I’m meeting so many nice people this year, but there is always a bit of me that believes they will turn out bad. I find myself wanting to draw away. It’s hard to fight off that natural feeling. But I’m doing my best.

Also my anxiety wants to stop me from involving myself in things. Today we had a dinner event and my anxiety was awful. I worried the food I made would suck, no one would talk to me, what if I had a panic attack there? But I pushed through and had a good time and met more nice people. I’ve even made a language partner! But the minute I got into my car my body just shut down.

I don’t like being so exhausted. I wish I was a person that loved to have attention and many friends and could just have fun all of the time. But it all wears me down so much and I have to constantly fight myself.

I’m not trying to be a baby about it. I think all of this fighting is a good thing. I can tell I’ve grown a lot. And I want to continue that growth. Even though it is emotionally tiring for me, I see all of the positives that come from taking risks like this, and I want to keep pushing forward for the life that I want.

I think if I can do that, even I do get hurt sometimes, this could be a very rewarding year.

Library Thinking

おはよう!

It’s a lot easier to switch between Japanese and English on my Mac, which is a relief. I’ve had my Mac for two months now and I still don’t know how to work it. ^^ It runs horribly with my home internet so I don’t get to use it unless I’m on campus. But hey, it’s for school use anyway right?

This week has been full of exams/quizzes. Every single day has had a test of some sort! But now all the exams are over for now! Relief. I just finished a Culture exam about an hour or so ago. I got to study with some new friends last night, and that was really fun.

I am meeting a lot of very nice people lately. And actually stepping out of my comfort zone. I approached others to study! I feel so lame admitting my little self victories, but for someone like me who is so shy at talking with others, I think it’s okay to be happy.

I’ve probably mentioned it before, but I really can’t get over the complete difference in my college experience between studying what I thought others would be impressed by to studying what I really want. Before it seemed that every person I met wasn’t someone I could be friends with. I didn’t care to get to know them. But now studying Japanese, everyone seems so interesting.

I guess maybe most people who are interested in other countries are interesting anyway. There is just a different vibe to them. I especially love the exchange students. I hope that I will try to talk to them more. A lot of them are quiet and not so talkative like I am. You have to keep the conversation going, and that’s what people typically have to do for me, so I’m not used to initiating yet. But some of them love talking, and I love learning about what they like and find odd about American culture. One boy wrote on Facebook how he went to a tail gate party and couldn’t believe the kids party like the ones he’s seen on TV shows. He danced in public for the first time he said! It’s crazy to think how different places can be. When I learn these things, I wonder if when I go to Japan I might be even more weird than I feel here because I often dance a little randomly^^

I’m working really hard to get to Japan next year. I hope the work pays off. I’m really scared and nervous and doubtful some days that I won’t make it, or also that if I do, I won’t be strong enough in Japan. But I hope through out this year I will grow a lot. I feel I’ve learned a lot so far in just these two months. I struggle with many things still in my anxiety, but I think I’m doing a good job at not letting it hold me back from the things I really want. I’m constantly trying to challenge myself. I need to remember that effort on my down days.

But I am off to my next class of the day!

じゃあまった!

The Man Friend Dilemma

I don’t believe this is something I’ve talked about before, but I’m in a pickle now.

I’ve always been a person who has found it easier to be one of the boys. I have a boyish sarcastic sense of humour. Maybe it’s because my mom had a humour like that and I was mostly raised by my dad. Regardless, boys have always been more fun to be around for me. They don’t typically gossip about pointless things, they don’t worry about their make-up or take ten hours to get dressed up (usually). And it’s just more care free.

However, since coming to college I’ve done my best to steer clear of boys. My Freshman  year I got into trouble having all guy friends. I had thought that I made good friends until I realised they were all either saying that I wanted to sleep with them or had slept with them. With a boyfriend at that time rumours like that are not something I needed so I cut ties with all of them. And since then I haven’t tried to make friends with boys or girls. It’s hard for me to trust people. Especially when I don’t know their intentions.

However, now I’m a single lass. Hooking up and dating are the very last, and I mean the deepest pit of the galaxy last, thing on my mind. No desires at all. But I am a girl, and boy company is nice. But whenever a guy tries to become a friend to me I instantly want to push them away. It feels wrong talking to them. Like they’re just going to turn out to be an ass. Or they are simply trying to befriend me for one reason only.

Of course I’m not saying all guys are like that. I know they aren’t. But in my experience so far in college that has been my case, so it’s all I know and what my gut sticks to. It kind of feels stupid to admit to others… But I felt like getting if off my chest.

It’s Autumn!

I said I’d do a double month Picture Post, but… I have a photo obsession right now and that would be too much. Here’s some photos!

The day the clouds looked like mountains.

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I have a shadow/boot obsession currently…

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Sunshine through the leaves. This place helped me a lot last Autumn when my anxiety was bad.

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Change in colors.

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Shadows and boots.

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I got drunk and made a gluten free fruit pizza.

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I had a panic attack during class and lucky for me it was raining so I could cool down.

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Morning treats and Autumn sunshine.

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American Horror Story was coming back, so I took a trip to the local asylum.

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I was just proud of myself for this pretty gem.

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Return of my favorite tights^^

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Autumn is taking over.

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Busy Little Bee

You guys will be so sick of hearing this… but I’m so busy! It’s weird how rewarding it feels. The only downside is I feel like I must constantly be doing something. I think I need to meditate again because I’m starting to get shaky when I’m just sitting still. Even typing this I feel shaky because I feel I should be doing important things. I’m not used to having so much positive things going on.

I am stressed, but it’s just the not knowing. Not knowing if the studying will get me an A on the test. Not knowing if I’ll Ace every class this semester. Not knowing if I’ll get to study abroad. Not knowing if I’ll make real friends.

But I’m doing my best in all areas. I’ve officially started the study abroad process. I typed up my first drafts of essays and sent them to be edited. I have three professors, all in my language, who have agreed to be responses for me. The support I’m getting from my professors really warms my heart. During my Biology studies I only felt support from one professor who helped me get my current job. But being surrounded by all these professors and students that just want you to succeed is so crazy.

For the first time I feel like a real college student. People say hello to me on campus. I’m part of a club. I’m trying to make study dates, and gym friends. I have people who walk to the bus stop with me. I still feel like I don’t have friends… But these people… Their smiling faces make me happy for every week day. On my weekends I can’t wait to go back to campus to see them all. Every Friday I’m happy for Japan club even though I feel awkward and shy still. I can feel my confidence slowly coming back and I try harder to reach out to others. And I’m not as afraid to joke and be my true weird self.

I can’t believe how far I’ve come in a year. My anxiety is still very high due to all the things I’m stressing about. I can’t just accept I’m doing my best. I want to know I’m doing my best by seeing all the A’s and acceptance to a study abroad program and the financial aid to support it.

I’m really excited to see how this year progresses. I hope I can keep having a positive attitude about situations and know that my anxiety doesn’t have to be a constant weakness.

Oh, you guys will be happy that the Autumn has been inspiring me. When I have more time I’ll be uploading some photos. Probably a decent bit since I missed September Picture Post. Or maybe I’ll just wait until the end of this month and give you a huge compilation. We’ll see!

Thank you for always listening<3

Love and Other Drugs

I think I’ve used that title before… But that’s what love is, isn’t it? Just another drug? Just another something to mask the pain of living? People get addicted to all kinds of things. Alcohol, pills, self harm. I think love is also an addiction.

I’m writing this here simple because I want to convey my feelings. But it’s too personal for those who know me. It’s hard having all the same friends as your ex. I don’t want anyone to know how I really feel. Everyone thinks I’m mature and strong and brilliant. When really I’m just really damn good at wearing a mask.

It’s been four months, but it kind of feels like time hasn’t passed at all. I’m not here to complain about my ex. Truth is, he’s still my best friend. The start was hard, but now that boundaries are established we are perfectly fine.

However… I’m just empty. I miss the feeling of being held. That I guess is really the only thing a relationship is good for. Having someone to hold you when you need it. As of this point, I never want a relationship again. But it’s sad to not have a person to lean on.

I guess that’s all really.