I'll take happiness in an Extra Large

Happiness is not a matter of intensity but of balance, order, rhythm and harmony.
-Thomas Merton

So today I went and bought some art supplies, and decided I wanted to take a drive. So I did, and I pulled over to look at the damage of my beautiful canyon, I live were the "Station Fire" happened, and the canyon I grew up in is now gone, just a newly formed blank canvas for the next generation in my town to watch be painted. Mother Natures got a temper, but hey don't all women? I don't think if we called if "Father Nature" it would make sense, because in some paradoxical way, the damage done has still left such beauty. I had to pull over to see it up close and I met a man, and artist and we talked. I was nice to have some human connection outside of my "norm". I have been in very dark thoughts lately, obsessing over things outside my control, people that arn't living to my expectations. I have just been getting lost in my thoughts. But today kinda cleared some of those thoughts. I realized that for the moment, I need to see that maybe this distance between my best friend and I is inevitable and its going to happen whether I like it or not. So all I can do is be her friend the only way I know how and start branching out of my "norm". So I am going to take these realizations and try them out tonight when I am with my friends. I can't do this to myself, I deserve to be happy to feel content, and I need now to figure out how to do that. That is my new goal, is to find out how to stay happy for longer periods of time. - meliss

Happy Patience

Find patience in the breath of life.

-Ryunosuke Satoro

I think I look for reasons to not be happy. I don't think I know how to be happy, or how to except happiness in to my life. I think that we are all programed a certain way and I was just programed with a little to many sad microchips. I really try and tell myself to be happy, I do. I try and start the day with "today you will be happy, you will not let the world get to you as much as normal", but then it does and I end the day on here... talking about how I hate life and the sadness in it. I wonder why I am this way, why I think so much. Why I care about people so much, and why I can't express it to them. I always just come off anger and defensive. I just wish people could read my thoughts as they go through my head so they could see my emotions and see that I truly mean well in the end. I just wish I wasn't such a "deep" person. It hurts to much to be "deep". I wish I didn't fuck up and say shit I didn't mean cuz its hard to take back words. There is no backspace in life, if there was my would be worn and damn near broken. I have a lot of thing I would change about myself, and pretty much all of them are inward things. I don't see physical things as much, I know that I have way more to work on in the inside then the out. I wish I could go to emotional rehab. I really don't think I can do all this on my own. I am pretty sure that, part of the reason I want to go to college so far away is to run away from myself. I know that I can reinvent myself 700 mile away. I can be a whole new me. I can leave behind these people and their pettiness that I have grown so accustom to. I can "breath" finally. My birthday is in 11 days and I don't have a good feeling about it. I have a feeling I will end up alone crying. It will keep with the tradition I have had from the last 3 years. I really really realllllyyyyyyy hope I am wrong... -meliss

Hero of the story

A hero is one who knows how to hang on one minute longer.

Novali

I guess this is the first time I am really writing to people. Welcome to my brain, its a little cramped space under a mop of red hair that never gets to take its 30 minute lunch and its always working over time for to little of pay. Today I got a lesson in "enjoying the little things". I forget about doing that action so often. I am the queen of looking on the negative side of life. But today even though I had to listen to my "BBF's" (okay I need a name for them... I will keep thinking for one) talk about there WONDERFUL single awareness days, today was a good day. I guess I just didn't let them get to me. I wish I could bottle up that power and drink it down when ever I needed it. O I have been meaning to mention that I get really depressed once a month, it normally last about a week or so. I most likely should go gets some meds but I have already covered my option on that matter. I guess I just have darker writing then some. Maybe that is why I love books like Perks, god my love for that book is huge. I am getting a line from it tattooed on me at the end of the month, its my 18th birthday present to myself. I will most likely have a lengthy amount to write about after my birthday. I just hope it is on the positive side of things. Now that there are people that might actually be reading this, I want to start doing something other then my quotes. I have a love for music that encompasses my life, I will get lost in music for days. Painting and music will take over my being and I will became in a trans. So I am going to start posting songs that I am currently in lust with. Take them or leave them its your choice. So here :Artist: Regina Spektor, Song: Hero

Its from 500 days of summer. I just couldn't get over how amazing the song was.

-meliss

Single Department Hiring

In truth, there are only two realities: the one for people who are in love or love each other, and the one for people who are standing outside all that. –Ditto

In case you are unaware today is single awareness day also more popularly known as Valentines day. I am one of those people that fall under the awareness category. I have never liked this holiday, even when I was younger. I guess its because no one ever in my whole like of the opposite sex has ever asked me to be there valentines. Its a sucky feeling to know you are unwanted. I am a senior in high school and I already don't act my age so its hard enough to connect to someone in the halls of hell, let alone find someone I want to give a box of chocolates to and tell them I think they are "super spiffy". It has recently come to my attention that I am not a realist like I tell myself I am, but I am actually a cynic. I had to look up what Dictionary.com had to say on the word cynic and there were 3 options the first :a person who believes that only selfishness motivates human actions and who disbelieves in or minimizes selfless acts or disinterested points of view.

I don't really believe, but the third that is a whole other story:

a person who shows or expresses a bitterly or sneeringly cynical attitude

I guess I am a bit of both, and I do look at thing (like single awareness day) bitterly. This is actually starting to cause a riff in my life. Well the friendship department of my life. You see my two "BFF's" are super optimists that tend to wear blinders alot of the time.They let their hearts do all the thinking for them. And once they get into there happy little relationship lands they forget about how other people are suffering with loneliness. They will ask what's wrong, but never really want an answer. Its a cycle that has been going on for four years and its getting OLD. I type so openly here because I know that even if they did find this then fine. They will finally know what I am thinking about when that go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on about boys and if they like their boy and if they dont and if their boy is going to do this and if he isnt and if he loves her and if... I think you get it. They are my best friends, I would be lost with out them, but sometimes I wonder if they hinder me.-meliss

PostConnected

----Email Message-----
Two weeks ago I was placed in a psych ward for attempting to take my own life. I was sitting alone until another boy came up to me and simply said, “You’re not the most fucked up person anymore”. For the first time in my life I didn’t feel like I was the only one struggling. I felt normal.

Lately I have had this sick fantasy of what if I tried killing myself. Its not really because I want to end my life, but more so because I want to go to a psych ward and meet people that understand me. I guess its really just the fact that I feel like I live with people that don't get it. It being me. I know logically suicide is not an answer, and deep down I would never do it. But I still wonder, maybe we all do. I guess I just want to know if other people do. I feel this need for people that understand me. Then tonight of all the nights as I am sitting at my "best friends" house I went on Postsecret.com and saw the image above and the email segment with it. I guess I felt somewhat happy, and a complete sense of irony. For the fact that these "friends" are the people that I feel the dont understand me. And I sat there reading these words as did they and I got goose bumps because those words where my thoughts, just from someone else head and my friends were reading them yet they had no idea I feel like that. I guess I feel completely disconnected from my world, right now, and I honestly don't know if that connection will be reconnected.-meliss

SMITHTeens

" Can you tell your life story in only six words?"-www.smithteens.com

I couldn't tell this story in six words:

This isn't the first time I have felt out of the loop in my world. This isn't the first time I felt let down by those I hold "dear to my heart". This isn't the first and it won't be the last. I think to much, I talk to much, I over think about talking to much so I write about thinking to much which makes me think about how I write about how I think to much. Then I feel low. When I want to feel INFINITE. Maybe that is why I am getting that tattooed on my wrist. to remind myself that that is the feeling I want to feel. I am tired of feeling low. I have been low for a long long time, and its getting old. I say this all the time but it is, I get happy then sad then reverses then forward. I don't talk out loud about these thing because lets be real, who honesty care about another fucked up 17 year old high school girl with a messed up childhood. We have all been there done that, I know I have. Yet I linger on my thoughts for hours, day, weeks, hell years at this point. I don't actually know if I am like all the other girls my age, maybe I am and I just think I am "special" for some strange reason. I blame media. Maybe I should conform and start an online blog, but then again who cares about my thoughts? Other then me, O and my therapist (can't forget about him). Perhaps I need to be put on some mind numbing meds, those seem to fix the problem for some. But I like who I am for the most part, I don't want some chemical coming in my body and changing that. Well more to think about and more to write about.

Hometown Inhabitant

"I saw my hometown burning that day. - Rodney King"

I live in Los Angeles.I love this city, I know I am luck to have grown up in such a metropolitan city. This city has shaped the person I have become. I have embraced the idealism of the liberal left. Today I spend the day at Venice Beach. I love it there. The freak shows, the head shops, the tourists, and there is this one spot on the beach. Towards the end of the board walk near Santa Monica. Its beautiful. You can see everything from there. Today you could even see Catalina Island. There were two sail boat out on the water and a few yards from were I chose to sit a photographer was doing a photo shoot. The wind was a little brutal. But that did not take away from that beauty, it added too it. The smell of the salty air and the mist off the water was what I needed at this moment in my life. I have been to in my own head that I have been forgetting the amazing world that surrounds me everyday. I love the world. I don't always love the people that inhabit it, but the world its amazing. I get so rapped up in the things that bring me down, the stuff that seems so meaning less when I look back sometimes. There is a whole world out there, how can one person as small as me feel lonely? I can't let myself feel lonely, That just seems like a slap in the worlds face to me now.