Sunday, March 10, 2013

skin tight biker pants

"A name in your recollection, down among a million same. Difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed and passed over."

With some trepidation I pull out the black, faux leather, biker pants that I bought in the UK on one of my spending sprees. I didn't really fit them at the time, but it was one of those things that I bought with the hope of one day fitting them. And I do! Well, sort of. I can put them on, with a bit of unflattering tugging and pulling and for the most part I can spend the day in them. They would be a hell of a lot more comfortable if I were a few pounds less, but at least I know I'm making some sort of progress. 

It is a small success in my world that is not so much full of successes. I don't know what the matter is with me. I've been feeling incredibly down. Ancient feelings that I thought were dead and buried are stirring up inside me again. The professor has sent me a rather terse email, telling me not to pester him, he's doing much more important things than my research. And although I know it's true, and I knew I shouldn't have reminded him about my research, it's hard for me not to feel just a little bit shit. 

I worried about how it might affect my career for about half a second when something inside me corrected that track of thinking. Hang on, I'm now 23, going to be 24 at the end of the year. I have always planned to be dead by 27, which is only 3-4 years away. Why worry about a career? I'll be dead before any of that can happen. 

It has been a long time since I seriously thought about suicide. I will always have moments when I toy with the idea of death, but it has been probably years since I last seriously wanted to die and to take my own life. I don't know what changed. Maybe it's because I met all these men...Ben, Mark, Michael, all these guys who gave me a fleeting moment of hope and when I had crushes on them, I felt like I could see some sort of future. I could see marriage, and travel and a family, and a home and I wanted to perhaps be with them and spend life with them. 

Now, for some inexplicable reason, all that has disappeared. Just gone. I don't want any of that anymore. I'm back to where I've started. I don't want those flights of fancy anymore. I don't particularly care if I'm never kissed, never touched, never fucked, never loved. I just want to die, be burned and forgotten. Resources shouldn't really be wasted on me. I've wasted enough as it is and I'm trying my best to balance it out a bit before I bite the dust. 

Mark, Mark, part of me still wants him, but I know he's taken. Last night I had a dream where he was talking to me and told me he was gay. Well, I don't suppose it makes a difference, I can't have him either way. Still, when I'm with him, part of me just hopes and hopes that he will put his arm around me. 

Been thinking that I should just bite the bullet and get my next tattoo. If you look at the two pictures above, I want an anchor on my left thigh, sort of where those girls have tattoos, although not at all like the anchor tattoo she has. It might help to cover the ugly cut mark I have on my thigh. I want something more simple for my other thigh, maybe a barcode or something. 

I've been subconsciously holding back on getting a tattoo. I know not all guys like them and I've been not getting them in case I fall in love with a guy who doesn't like them. But fuck that. I'm not falling in love. I'm getting the tattoos because I want them, not to impress some guy. So fuck it. When I go on night shifts, I'm getting this done. 

I'm still debating what I want to get done on my back. When I touch my spine, I can feel the bones much more easily...I don't know, I will think on that one a bit longer. 

1 comment:

  1. I think if you fall in love with a guy, part of it will be because he loves tattoos as well. Tattoos on girls are fucking HOT, anyway!
    And I don't think you need to cover up the scar on your leg, but build a tattoo that incorporates it! It's a part of YOU, so build on it rather than cover it up. Every scar, every's like a timeline of where you have been and what you've gone through at that time, and all of it makesb
    | you what you are today. If any guy isn't down with that, he will never be worth your time because he will never truly love YOU: Past, present, and future YOU! I say All or Nothing, baby! His loss if he isn't into it, fuck him!
    Also, awesome job with the biker pants! "Sort of fitting" is only one step closer to "definitely fitting!" I have a pair of plaid capris that I used to need a belt for. Now they are "Not at all fitting" but they are my goal.
    By the way, this is my first comment, but I've read a LOT of what you've written. It's so inspirational! I'm on of the fat-asses that I know you would be grossed out by....5'10" and 160 lbs. Definitely a low point for me. But your blog has helped me so much already! I get offered food and keep thinking, "Nothing tastes as good as being skinny feels!" Thank you so much!
    And in regards to wanting to die, I've been there too. What has kept me hanging on is how I have felt with other friends of mine have killed themselves (or just died in general.) There have been too many, and I would hate for anyone in my life to feel that sad because I'm not here.
    Not to mention, your blog helps a lot of people! Like me! I'm so motivated, and I have you to thank for that! So even though you are a complete stranger to me, I genuinely hope you stick around. I know that if you've helped me, you've also helped a lot of others who just haven't spoken up about it yet!
    Hang in there and get those sexy new tattoos! :-D