Alright, so, it's 5:30am.
I just read for about 2 hours and finished a book that has taken me forever to get through. And of course, now I'm feeling all "ponderous" about life. This book was the fourth in a series (appropriately titled "Fourth Comings") that I have been keeping up with for probably about 5 years, or however long it's been since the first has come out.
I don't want to write a book report about it, because if you really want to read it, you'll start from the beginning and figure it all out on you own, but just for a quick description, the books are based on a character named Jessica, and are her journals throughout highschool/college/post graduation. In this past book, she's 22, so since I was 15 or 16, these books have been "coming of age" tales growing up at the same time as I.
So, of course thoughts are just swirling. Am I okay with where I'm at in my life right now? No. Can I change that? Of course. But do I even have the motivation at this point? I don't know.
I took a break in the middle of reading because it referenced craigslist. So of course, I started checking prices for apartments... but not for here. Not for anywhere remotely close. I'm pretty sure I don't ever want to move to Chicago again. It no longer does anything for me. It's a beautiful city, and of course I will always love it, but I no longer yearn for it. If I'm going to live in the area, I'm going to live in the suburbs, hands down. But lately, I just want to move, far, far away, preferably across a sea so I can't come crawling home whenever there's trouble. I just feel as if I've fucked my life up so bad from my expectations of what it should be that I just want to start over, somewhere new.
And the thing is, the only thing technically keeping me here, aside from the fact that I am poor and don't have a car, are my friends. And not even all of them. Just a handful.
I used to think that I wouldn't be able to function without a certain person in my life, and to some extent, that is true. I've become emotionally crippled, but it's not because he's not in my life, it's because he ever was a part of it the first place.
I don't know how he ever truly felt, and I probably never will because I'm pretty sure 80% of whatever came out of his mouth was pure bullshit. The other 20% was made up of quotes of somebody else, because he's so insecure with himself, the only thing he apparently feels he can rely on is his dick.
And as far as I know, most of the people he's ever involved himself with, whether it be romantically, platonic (which i don't know if there's even a female in that category) have ever said "fuck you" and left it at that. I know I've told him "fuck you" countless times before, and somehow, he still slithered his way back into my life.
And this scares me to death.
For years, my family, my friends asked me what the fuck was I thinking, what the fuck was I doing, he was a piece of shit, I deserved better, and even though I thought the same things in the back of my head, I repressed my thoughts and convinced myself otherwise. I was caught in a fantasy that life could be like a book. Or a movie. That I could marry the boy who was my first kiss. That I could marry the boy that I was infatuated with since the first moment I laid eyes on him. That he would eventually want to be with me just as badly as I wanted to be with him. That something was bringing us back together for a reason. That we were meant to be.
But, the person I was in love with, that I tried so hard to make love me back, was the fantasy. The person I wanted him to be, that he ultimately pretended to be, was completely... artificial. Everything out of his mouth was a script, not made for me, but for whoever it applied to at the time.
I have tried so hard to live without regrets, and I've accomplished it for the most part. There's three things that I've ever regretted.
1. Never finding the time over the course of a year to go see my Grandfather before he died.
2. Never fully apologizing to Charlie for.... whatever, on his deathbed.
3. Daniel Wagner.
And never in a million years would I have imagined it would have even went as far as it did, or that because it did, that I could ever regret it all as much as I do now.
"You just don't understand, you don't know the other side of it, you don't see him like I do."
Mark those fucking words. Because for 5 years, it was part of my vocabulary.
And to this day, I don't know how to say "goodbye". I don't know if I ever will.
So much of my life is built up memories of him or things interconnected to/with him, that at times, I don't even know how to handle it. So much of myself is built up on memories of him. Except now the happiness that once was associated with him, is now disgust, nausea, and anger.
And now I'm stuck again.
It may be a coincidence, but Elliott Smith's - "Somebody That I Used to Know" is playing, so for now I'll leave you with his words since I can't find my own.
I had tender feelings that you made hard
But it's your heart, not mine, that's scarred
So when I go home, I'll be happy to go
You're just somebody that I used to know
You don't need my help anymore
It's all now to you, there ain't no before
Now that you're big enough to run your own show
You're just somebody that I used to know
I watched you deal in a dying day
And throw a living past away
So you can be sure that you're in control
You're just somebody that I used to know
I know you don't think you did me wrong
And I can't stay this mad for long
Keeping a hold of what you just let go
You're just somebody that I used to know...
-j