Monday, August 30, 2010

Smashing Pumpkins

The world is a vampire, sent to drain
Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames
And what do I get, for my pain?
Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game

Even though I know - I suppose I'll show
All my cool and cold - like old job

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage

Now I'm naked, nothing but an animal
But can you fake it, for just one more show?
And what do you want?
I want to change
And what have you got, when you feel the same?

Even though I know - I suppose I'll show
All my cool and cold - like old job

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage

Tell me I'm the only one
Tell me there's no other one
Jesus was the only son, yeah.
Tell me I'm the chosen one
Jesus was the only son for you

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
And someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage

Despite all my rage am I still just a rat in a-
Despite all my rage am I still just a rat in a-
Despite all my rage am I still just a rat in a cage

Tell me I'm the only one
Tell me there's no other one
Jesus was the only son for you


And I still believe that I cannot be saved

Sunday, August 29, 2010

I Remembered

I just had a thought that reminded me of the original me. I keep forgetting the original me. When I remembered, I watched old videos of myself and remembered more. Then I was sad. It's not just the fact that all my abilities are gone. It's way more than that. There's also this homesick and homeless feeling. That feeling is the worst. And there are other feelings that feel horrible that I just can't even describe. It's like everything I once knew, and everything I once knew to be true isn't anymore. Like I've become a newborn child. Like half of me just left. I can't access half of myself. And it's scary, uncomfortable, and heartbreaking.


It's going to take years to learn how to function like this. I'm not going to get over it until the day I die.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Death

Dark and grim nature clouds my mind always
It lingers, it lurks, it pesters
It won't go away, it stays

These Aren't Crocodile Tears

All of the love in the world couldn't save me. And I know I have love. There are people who love and care about me. I wish that could be enough. But it's more complicated than that. And I can't even reciprocate the love others give me. I'm a stone. A rock. I'm not there. I'm mangled in a slimy gutter. I'm drowning 10,000 leagues under the sea. I'm caught on fire and my skin is deteriorating. I'm in the lowest pit of despair. I'm withering away in hell. I'm exhausted forever. I'm weak and frail. My mind yearns for myself. Myself is not there.



If I had myself I'd be going on adventures. I'd be in college. Meeting new people. I would. I wish there was life in me. Nothing I do is ever going to being me enjoyment. And that's a problem.


There is infinite amounts of wonderment in the world. If you can't see the wonderment though, it might as well not exist. ----I can't see it

Friday, August 27, 2010

First

This is one of the first days in a number of weeks that I haven't felt it imperative to kill myself. I felt obligated. Like it was my duty because I was ruined. I don't know if I want this day to be a first of many because I don't want to let myself accept myself easily.

ANYTIME I find myself scuffling for words, and drawing blanks, I feel I almost should die. I can't live with nothing in my head.

A scream became a whisper

Well, it can't get any worse than this. I've been plateaued at the "worst state I could ever be in" for quite come time. So, I can take it. I'm immunized to loneliness. It doesn't do anything to me. I could almost live on a planet by myself for the rest of my life. I dunno why I'm so withdrawn. I just like being a loner hermit. Also because I can't imagine that there would be any group of people that I could relate to. That's why I'm a free agent with no entourage. I only need one good friend. That I have. We don't talk much anymore, and I miss that, but we both have an unspoken agreement of loyalty. So I'm OK.

My real problem though is the fact that nothing is memorable to me. Nothing is significant or meaningful enough to be memorable. And that's because I'm in a trance. I'm asleep all the time. I want to wake up and feel. REALLY feel like I used to. In order for any event/ situation that you participate in to be memorable, you need meaning. In order for any event/situation that you participate in to be meaningful, you need your mind to be wide awake. The formula for an awake mind? Wish I knew.

I've become so serious. I used to be able to turn on the jester from time to time. Now I'm just boring and have no sense of humor. I used to be a scream. I am now a whisper.

;;;;;;;;

"You're not a victim of anything unless you make yourself"....says the nun. That's not true in my situation. Sorry. I'm not making myself anything. I didn't choose to die. I didn't want my soul to go away. It's just the way it is. I don't even think I complain that much. I am torn. I don't want to break peoples hearts or let people down, but I can NOT exist this way. I'm just too....deflated. Sometimes, I feel OK. But when I remember who I was....my heart sinks all the way down to my toes.


Life, without passion, curiosity, and meaning can't be defined as a life at all.
I have to find it, or die.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

I am going insane

The anxiety is driving me insane. I don't want a job. I know I have to kill myself. Not because of the job. Because of the dead reasons. There are a lot of anxiety situations coming up for me. Do I kill myself before I get to those situations I am scared of or do I wait for them to happen so that I go insane from the anxiety and am more driven to die? I just want to curl up and die. Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk what do I do? These days have been SUCH bitches.

Shit

I can't keep lying to myself. I HAVE to die. And soon
Read it and weep

To Kill a Mockingbird



We killed a Mockingbird when we accused and ridiculed Michael Jackson. The problem is, people couldn't fathom his personality. He was a dreamy individualist with a large imagination. More often than not, the majority disproves of the minority. Why? Because the minority is different, And that difference gives it a mysterious and unknown allure. Which leads to distrust. The public was confused with and unaccustomed to his eccentricity. They couldn't fathom that he was serious, with everything he did and said, and they couldn't understand how anyone could be the way he was because they had never seen it before. He was an easy, easy ready made target. And the terrible thing is that the guy had an innocent little lamb disposition. He wouldn't hurt a fly...literally. Look at the thanks we gave him. To be accused for doing something so disgustingly putrid when you would, in actuality kill yourself before undertaking in that action has the be the most awful, degrading feeling in the world. He was shamed, scorned, disgraced and humiliated. We crucified him. He should have hated the whole of humanity afterward. But, he had only compassion in his heart. What a man.


A misunderstood, introspective visionary.

A Wilted Orchid


Once a unique, fiery flower
now a quiet breed
Once open, now shut tight

Petals frayed and discolored
Once upright, now wilted
All the dew dried up
Once bright and gleaming
Now dull and faded
Her posture falters

Once confident, now shamed

Her self worth non-existent
Once beautiful, now dusty
Her elegance hidden
Once hopeful, now in despair
Her heart aches and cries
Once alive, Now deceased
She's as numb as a rock

Once a dreamer, now a pessimist
Her imagination gone in the wind
Once an intellectual, now a vacant mind
Her brain is malnourished
Once curious like a child, now indifferent
Nothing is interesting
Once creative to a tee, now is black and white
Her canvas is blank
Once a sharp wit, now can't find any words
An ex-sesquipedalian
Once precocious now sluggish
The fire has faded away


She reaps her sorrows silently

LET ME IN!

I feel myself still. In a very subtle way. Like, I'm behind the surface, or behind a door screaming and banging on it to let me in. Deep inside, I still feel the core of who I was. I have the same subconscious as I did before, I'm just less aware of what it is telling me to do. I want to feel my full fledged self in all its complexity. I want it to scream out of my pores. I want to know that I am the same. That I haven't died. That Connie still exists.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

I Wonder;

I wonder what I would have done with my life if this hadn't happened to me. I know I wanted to do a shit load of stuff. And I know I could have. I had a lot to offer.....now I ain't got shit. Well, whether I changed the world or became a reclusive hermit (which I very well may have done), one thing is for sure, my life would have never been boring. It would have been a hard life though, and in the state that I'm in I'm NOT complaining at all, because a hard life would have been heaven compared to no life at all which is what my life has now come to.

My Demise

It was that GODDAMN CURSED marijuana. That's what started the "alienation from myself" wheel a turnin'

Connie's Logic

How sardonic I am. I sneer at anything easy. Everyone else's life is so goddamn easy. But I don't hate them. They didn't do anything wrong.

This is how I know I am an introvert: In my attempt of being an extrovert, I freak people out and am perceived as obnoxious. I couldn't be an extrovert if I tried. Especially with people I don't know, I'm extremely shy at first. Extroverts aren't, they greet everyone with ease.

There was always something disgustingly cavalier/immature/audacious about my persona. It was always there. Too ripe and sour, and defiant. And I had terrible, terrible judgment. I couldn't think before I said or did sometimes....but only in trivial situations. I think I did have ADD in that sense. Just a benign case of it though. When I took the medicine, though it went away. I was softened. That's why it improved my self esteem, I didn't feel like I was wretched anymore. I felt another side of myself. Quiet, calm, meek, deeply, deeply introverted...hell....even sweet. I feel bad that Emily didn't really see that soft side of me much. It was there...I swear. Emily saw me at my worst. I didn't mean the things I said or did. But that doesn't justify anything.

I was comfortable enough with her that I felt I could say or do anything I wanted. Well... some of the things I said and did were morally putrid, immature, and inconsiderate. But, I knew not. My mind hadn't developed yet. You see, right before I lost it and went into the looney bin, I was on the verge of a complete 180 on my personality. I was on the verge of evolving GREATLY. Right before I "died" (as I call it), I had begun and was following through with a very strict set of ethics. I WAS maturing. Enough to the point where I wouldn't laugh at things like I did so inappropriately as I did in the past. I wouldn't mock anyone (even though I never meant it, I still used to do it) as I did in the past. I had tightly woven in my brain what was right, what was wrong, what was just, and what was unjust. I'd say my logic on those things was very accurate. Then again I stubbornly usually think I'm right. None the less, I had theories and examples to back all of my moral logic up. And, this is important: In my heart, I've ALWAYS wished to be good and pure. No matter what I've said or done.

Here is some of Connie's philosophy on life
: Any man who has ANY regard for any human being at all, who cares about anyone, even if it's just one person is a good man. Now even though some men only care about one person and scorn the rest, it is OK, because their minds cannot fathom and comprehend love for the human race. It's OK because they don't know how to have compassion. And that's not their fault. Any man who purely wants to be good (not to make others think they are good) is good. They may fuck up incessantly ethically, but if they want to be good, they are good. Because that means they care. The reason why I think that the whole of the human race is good (see section 7), is because of this: Every man is made with a specific mind. That mind can only do what it was scientifically equipped to do. And if it can't comprehend morals on a high philosophical level, that's OK. They can't comprehend it. If somebody's brain is unable comprehend something and fucks up, how is that their fault? It's not. They can't help it. That's like punishing a dog for not knowing his ABC's. Mind you this isn't a very good comparison, If I would have said the dog bites another dog and doesn't know its wrong, it'd be better. Think of how ridiculous it'd be to punish your dog or think lowly of it because it bit another dog. Nobody does that because we know dogs cannot by any stretch of the imagination fathom that biting another dog is wrong.....hell...we don't even consider it wrong at all because their animals...THEY DON'T KNOW ANY BETTER. Well ladies and gentleman....more often than not, HUMANS DON'T KNOW ANY BETTER. So why must we be punished? Our transgressions should be excused. We "bite"(do them wrong) our fellow neighbors constantly or do other morally wrong things without even knowing it. Sin doesn't exist. It's all scientific. We do what we do because biologically, it's what we are programmed to do. We are stupid. Yes we are. We do wrong things, but we can prevent it as much as we can prevent developing the flu or a cold. Punishing anyone/anything for something that they cannot help, that is physically impossible for them to help is ludicrous. Logically, it is. Damn, I can be really logical. Logical in a very blunt way. In a very raw way. In a way that breaks down the subject matter to the core. The statement prior to this sentence that is bolded is a statement only Emily Held could understand. She would agree. Anyway, this is why theologists are dumb as hell. "Oh...we're all going to hell because we're evil lusting, glutenous, greedy, prideful, envious creatures" Um...no were not. The key here is this: Nothing that DOES NOT want to be evil is evil. Logically, that's true. Nothing that desires to be good is evil. Humans do not want to be evil. And that's why we all came up with all this damned religion in the first place. Because we FUCKING ALL WANT and desire to be good.

"A man who wishes to be good, therefore is. The wish in itself to "be good" is a good and pure desire. Any man who has a good and pure desire, whether it be the basis of it all, which is wanting to be good, or simply wanting to do a good deed, is good." ---Constance Anne Marie

No one is "evil" evil only exists in our imaginations. Not even sociopaths are evil, they are merely...stupid. They are not able to fathom the concept of morals. When I said earlier that the whole of the human race is good, (see section 5) I meant man that can comprehend goodness is good...which is most men. Those who cannot comprehend are neither good or bad...they are amoral. They just kind of...don't count. Sorry dudes. The smartest men hold the highest regard to their ethics. That's just the way it is. Man (whether their IQ is 50 or 150) is programmed to have morals...stemming from their chosen (more like born into) religion. The smarter and more aware you that are, the better you are at mastering the concepts. You can perceive morals on a higher level.

On a typical IQ test, I get average Joe results. They should have a test for moral intelligence. I'd pass with flying colors ;p. But, moral intelligence isn't the kind you gloat about, like people who are "intelligent" tend to do. If you are morally intelligent, you are humble in the sense that you do not count yourself better than others who may not understand. You cherish and accept everyone, because everyone is perfect in the sense that they are genetically made to be exactly how they are.

Other things people need to get through their heads: Being a christian, or involved in any other religion, has absolutely nothing to do with being good. Hell, most Christians I know (this may be bias and stereotypical), ESPECIALLY the old ones sneer at and poo poo anyone else who isn't. Now....is that "good?" Now remember as I said earlier...they can't comprehend things so it isn't their fault. They are not bad, they are merely stupid. But...that's OK. Once again, they cannot help their stupidity. Being good has to do with what you feel in your heart, and what you do...not what category of religion you are in. Now, since most people cannot comprehend this, the only way they can proclaim they are good is to be a devoted Christian or Muslim, or whatever. It's as if, the label gives them security and proof that they are good when it really shouldn't. But whatever. So while everyone gives me shit (Well, they would if they knew I wasn't a Christian, but...shhhh...we'll keep them in the dark so they don't loose their heads) about being some "terrible corrupt hooligan" because I'm agnostic, I sit here and laugh. Laugh my patoodie off. Cause I know I'm good and pure, more good and pure than they could ever be. Hell, I've got the same viewpoint as Jesus Christ himself. (NOT to brag but...) Recognize this?
Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do. (Luke 23:34).

Sounds familiar right? Seems to sum up my whole lesson here. See, I'm good, and I don't even have to label myself as a(n) (insert religion here) to be. This reminds me of my old poem I wrote about two years ago.

Here it is:
The Plague of America: Ignorance
Ignorance is a disease
The inability to comprehend, so then choosing not to see
Sheltering and sheilding their eyes from the unknown
Crouching in their boxes of obliviousness, and infesting themselves with lies
Thinking their soul is alive..
Thinking their bodies are free...
Did you know?
I AM FREE.I AM GOOD.I AM PURE.
I do not flee from persecution, I face it without so much as a blink
I do not flock with the others led blindly by one
I do not believe their truths..
For they are not real. They are incapable of existence.
They are mere facades, covering a subconscious that lies inside.
They know they are not saved, they know they are not above, but submerged below..
They are fools, ignorant frauds..
They cannot withstand or overcome the pattern. They give in.
They conform themselves one by one. The domino effect..
In my opinion they are committing the crimes...not me.


Kind of a simplified and expressive version of my moral logic. But, since I wrote this, I have evolved. Like I said before, I do not blame the people for being ignorant. In this poem I kinda bashed on all of those people. Now I know they don't know any better.

The one thing that they have that I don't though...... the reassurance that their souls are saved. I wish I had that. I wish I was stupid and simple so that I could believe that. It hasn't really hit me that I'm going to die soon. I can't focus on it. I don't know how to. I suppose I'll only be able to when I am extremely close. I am a ghost of myself.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

If Only...

I could wile away the hours
Conferrin' with the flowers
Consultin' with the rain
And my head I'd be scratchin'
While my thoughts were busy hatchin'
If I only had a brain

I'd unravel any riddle
For any individ'le
In trouble or in pain


With the thoughts you'd be thinkin'
You could be another Lincoln
If you only had a brain


Oh, I would tell you why
The ocean's near the shore
I could think of things I never thunk before
And then I'd sit and think some more

I would not be just a nuffin'
My head all full of stuffin'
My heart all full of pain
I would dance and be merry
Life would be a ding-a-derry
If I only had a brain
:'(

I'm sick

Everyday I know I need to die. For I'm already dead. I know I need to. I have to. I'm obligated to.


REDRUM

A Better Understanding

Today, after many endless ponderings in my pursuit of figuring out the absolute definition of just what has happened to me, and my character, I eventually came up with this: I am a broad and vague overview of myself (or my old self). I am Connie without all the paradoxical and intricate details. How does this make me feel? Coming up with the definition, I was in logical mode. I haven't really thought about it all that much on an emotional level. What I will say is this, I am bitterly despondent to know that my skills in writing have decreased substantially. Writing brings me joy beyond imagination. Writing let me use my imagination. I can't really expand on things, because my mind just isn't capable anymore of delving into rich detail and diving deep into my soul. I'm just...simple...as hell.

Monday, August 23, 2010

I am DEAD.

A shadow and an echo of myself. I can't feel like I could. I miss it like a mother misses their deceased child. Apathetic, desolate, despondent..........................DEAD DEAD DEAD. What can I do? Can ANYTHING or ANYONE resurrect me? Please. I want to breathe again. I've been smothered and suffocated. Please? Any outside force, any higher power?? Is there anything? I'd do just about anything to breathe again. My bones are showing...

My Bones are Showing

I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun

I really could use a fix. I wonder what that fix could be. Nothing will ever be capable of bringing me pleasure until my brain isn't all jacked up. My fix needs to be that. But it can't, because it won't. Something else needs to happen to my brain...to reverse it...but nothing will. Maybe my fix could be imagining myself back to normal again. Nahh, that doesn't work that just increases my level of despair.
Remembering how I was is a punch in the stomach, a bang on the head, a sting from a bee, a bite from a dog. Remembering how I was buries me. I dig my own grave when I think about how I was. To loose ALL my wisdom. To loose ALL my creativity. Both of those entities combined together simultaneously created my character. But I am stripped of all of that. My bones are showing....

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Crawling on my hands and knees, the scum of ALL humanity

So, I'm kind of....fucked for life. Don't know what to do and haven't for the past 4/5 months. Somehow, I'm still alive. Miraculously. I mean the hell I've been through should have killed me alone, I'm not even referring to the suicidal thoughts I've been having for the past couple of months. Anything animated in me has run short. All the life in me has been smuggled away ravenously. By what? I don't believe in the devil. Gotta blame it on science. Fuck you science...I was an avid follower of you all through school. You intrigued and sustained me. I knew you were too good to be true. In the end, you horse jacked me.