Monday, April 30, 2012

might as well just post it... it doesn't matter anymore anyway

The Dumbest Thing in the Whole World
or
No One Cares, You Lame Fucking Drama Queens

I am fit to be tied.  I feel totally abused and really, intentionally villainized by a master manipulator.  His little puppets have no idea he's pulling the strings... and if they do... they have secretly, maybe subconsciously, agreed to go along with his puppet show.  The thing is, I never did anything to elicit his wrath.  I realized that I was his puppet too... I played my part and now the eyes are off of him and on me.

I'm so angry right now!  The threat is that if things go poorly, our so-called friends would try soil my *good* name by spreading false accusations that I was the reason why things went sour.  The one thing they're not telling you is that they never pointed out what I did wrong to me or give me a chance to plead my case... which I shouldn't have to do.

I am innocent.  I maintain that truth.  Being a girl is the worst possible thing when dealing with personalities such as the ones I am dealing with.  They're all totally nuts!  That's not to say that I'm not as well.  I know I let my thoughts influence me too much... but what am I supposed to do when my accusers don't accuse me to my face, rather, they group up and discuss what they believe I have done, developing the story as they see fit, filling in my actions and dialogue completely without any regard for the actual truth or justice.

If things go poorly and I do get blamed for it, it won't amount to anything.  Sure, my feelings might be hurt and I might spend a couple days staring at my computer screen wondering if there's anything I can do to change it... but if I am labeled by lies the so be it.  It's better to be falsely accused than to actually have done something worth being accused of.

If things go poorly, rest assured, it's because my accusers can't handle the truth or investigating it.  They are lazy cowards who can't take any responsibility for their actions.  And just so I'm not accused of avoiding responsibility, I'd like it to be known that I attempted communication with my accusers and I even apologized for something I didn't feel I had done.  I had apologized for possibly being insensitive or hurting someone's feelings... which was a kindness and completely unnecessary for someone who is innocent to do... saying it here pretty much removes the nobility of it... but I want you to know that I did it.  They ignored me and chose to stay angry over an inaccurate perception.

Even if every single one of their supporters agreed that I carry all the blame, even though it would hurt my feelings, it would not matter at all.  Even if my accusers were not some tiny, insignificant entity, even if they were bigger than our heroes or bigger than the president... it wouldn't matter.  There are too many people in the world for it to matter.  No one would really care.  In the long run, not even their supporters would care miss sleep or shed a tear.  It would just be another mental tabloid.  I've had worse happen.

I'm blowing it by not being your cyber friend?  YOU'RE blowing it up by being a condescending, false accusing, bossy-pants Dick.. and if you let people overseas, who are even less significant than you, influence your personal reality then you're even stupider than you've been acting the last few weeks.  All of you.

Journal Entry from '09

I just found this in a journal... Ted and I have been breaking up since we got together, but I'm not sure what inspired this particular mini-tirade...

"8-25-09
        
          We weren't bred or raised to be full of confidence.  My brothers, sisters and myself, that is.  Any evidence or display of confidence is purely manufactured for show.


None of us will amount to anything.  it's all falling apart."

Uplifting shit.

Oh... this was on the page before the above entry... hahaha

"6-18-09


     The song must have a thesis or else there is no fucking point"

~Snow~

Saturday, April 28, 2012

I think things are going to be ok.  This was going through my head this morning... when I was thinking about someone special...



Yep.  I think it's all going to be just fine.

Thank you for saving me.  I hope I saved you a little too. ♥

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Dear Ted,

 I heard this song and so many of the words seemed like they were written from me to you... you don't usually seem interested in understanding my analogies, but maybe you'll see.... look below for the lyrics...



Brilliant? A word describing something dumb
You create to desecrate the villain I've become
A prophet, not to be made but heard
Speaks in tongues and sarcasm
To me it's plain, to you absurd
You don't know me let alone my intent
Actions do not always self represent
I don't feel urgency in explaining
My conscience opaquely clear
The seed is gently sown back to mother earth
The flower blooms resplendent fumes
A miracle rebirth
The cynic in a search of something more
The fragrant air cannot compare
To what it was the great before
Remember the good old days
Remember the sound
Remember the sweet mustiness underground
No, I don't feel the need for relivin'
Some things are better off dead
Never thought the furnace
Was going to burn us
We worked the bellows for so long
The comfort of the fire apathized us
Looks like we burned ourselves alive
Remember the old band we filled ears with pain
Nothing to lose there was nothing to gain
No I don't miss my span of attention
I do miss my old friend Tim.

I love you.  Please stop freaking out.  Please be ok.

♥Snow♥





Friday, April 20, 2012

So it finally happened.  Ted (sort of) left... and left me hanging.  Why?  Because I love him too much... fuck.  It hurts so much.  I really thought I was vying for Worlds Perfect Wife.. haha... I exaggerate... of course I'm not perfect. Ted and I fight all the time.  He finally did what I was never able to do... he started staying away and refusing to call or text me back.  I know I'm pathetic... I just think there's a better way... so many guys want me... I get hit on at work all the time.... I know I look good... fuck... I'm smart and I'm a good bass player.  I'm a loving mother... why do we have to fight... why doesn't he want me... why do I want him so bad... it's not fucking fair. See, Total Bummer http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6KUVJO8LzSA for a good perspective on "fair"... though... Fat Mike isn't a feeble freak like me.

My band is getting me through, though  I fucking love those guys.  (Paul, Jonathan, Damien, I fucking love you guys...) that, and the fact that I know my kids really need me has kept me from bringing along a backup razor.  I won't bail them because my heart is ripping the fuck out of my chest... I'm worthy.... I'm beautiful... please, I don't care... I know I'm pathetic... I just want the pain to stop... please...please...fuck... please...

~SnowFlake~