Silence is my Achilles' Heel
For most of my life I have kept my true feelings to myself - over life, over small things, over large things. It seems silly, even to myself to keep everything bottled up. I honestly can't remember who told me this, or where I heard it but I remember someone saying that they don't want to be around me the day I snap. I won't snap, that much I know, but the amount of stress it puts me under makes it pointless.
I'm not sure if I covered this in another journal, but I don't Care because I want to cover it againregardless because it is on my mind. My sophomore year of High School...about 3 years ago... I had a school assembly. The speaker was someone who lost his brother because his brother was in a car accident, driving drunk. The details are pretty vague in my mind, but there was something that he said that I still remember. He said his brother was always smiling and that no matter how bad a day he was having he just smiled and it was warm and it was genuine and it was peaceful. Ever since then I wanted to become that person so much. I wanted to become the person that smiles just because, smiles despite the circumstances, smiles because he smiles. For the most part I think I have, though sometimes it's just damn near impossible to do so.
I've only talked about this to a few select people, but I'm going to do so here. My mom was involved in a relationship with a woman who basically hated me since I was born. She met my mom when my mom was still carrying me. My mom still tells me today that when I was a baby and when I was 2 years old that I would give "J" the most angry looks. "J" tried to punch my mom when I was in her arms - when I was about 4 months old so you can see the picture that it wasn't the most stable relationship. I used to be scared to the point I would hide under my covers, hide in the closet, or cover my ears so hard they would be red just so I couldn't hear them arguing. I can still feel my heart beating as I type this. It used to pound and pound and I would shut my eyes and try to think about other things. There was a point where it got so bad that my mom was going to kill herself. I can't remember the words but I remember I was so scared - to the point I was shaking and I was standing by my door and I wanted to do and say something but I felt as if I couldn't, I was literally petrified to the core. But I managed to open my door and scream "Please don't!" and my mom still thinks someone spoke through me in that moment. I know it sounds silly but that came to mind while I was typing this.
There have been so many times in my life where I was silent, where I just turned the other way because I was too scared. Recent events make me want to change because I'm tired of backing down. I'm not loud, I'm not powerful physically, and I tend to have a soft tender heart, but when I need to speak my mind, I am going to. Others can either listen and leave or say something back but regardless my mind, my thoughts, my words aren't going to be hidden.
I have an amazing group of friends around me, one in particular that lives far away (most likely the best; -yes-), some that are just in my memories because I have no longer contact with them. They range from all different ages, to different backgrounds, to different accomplishments, to different hardships. They are my friends for a reason, and I am their friend for a reason. Life has circumstances, life has subjective moments, and life has reasons.
I am proud that I smile, I am ashamed I have been silent for too long, but I am happy to work towards not turning my head anymore, and not being silent when I should be loud, I should have a voice, and that voice should carry meaningful words.
*smile*
- Gossip man
I'm not sure if I covered this in another journal, but I don't Care because I want to cover it againregardless because it is on my mind. My sophomore year of High School...about 3 years ago... I had a school assembly. The speaker was someone who lost his brother because his brother was in a car accident, driving drunk. The details are pretty vague in my mind, but there was something that he said that I still remember. He said his brother was always smiling and that no matter how bad a day he was having he just smiled and it was warm and it was genuine and it was peaceful. Ever since then I wanted to become that person so much. I wanted to become the person that smiles just because, smiles despite the circumstances, smiles because he smiles. For the most part I think I have, though sometimes it's just damn near impossible to do so.
I've only talked about this to a few select people, but I'm going to do so here. My mom was involved in a relationship with a woman who basically hated me since I was born. She met my mom when my mom was still carrying me. My mom still tells me today that when I was a baby and when I was 2 years old that I would give "J" the most angry looks. "J" tried to punch my mom when I was in her arms - when I was about 4 months old so you can see the picture that it wasn't the most stable relationship. I used to be scared to the point I would hide under my covers, hide in the closet, or cover my ears so hard they would be red just so I couldn't hear them arguing. I can still feel my heart beating as I type this. It used to pound and pound and I would shut my eyes and try to think about other things. There was a point where it got so bad that my mom was going to kill herself. I can't remember the words but I remember I was so scared - to the point I was shaking and I was standing by my door and I wanted to do and say something but I felt as if I couldn't, I was literally petrified to the core. But I managed to open my door and scream "Please don't!" and my mom still thinks someone spoke through me in that moment. I know it sounds silly but that came to mind while I was typing this.
There have been so many times in my life where I was silent, where I just turned the other way because I was too scared. Recent events make me want to change because I'm tired of backing down. I'm not loud, I'm not powerful physically, and I tend to have a soft tender heart, but when I need to speak my mind, I am going to. Others can either listen and leave or say something back but regardless my mind, my thoughts, my words aren't going to be hidden.
I have an amazing group of friends around me, one in particular that lives far away (most likely the best; -yes-), some that are just in my memories because I have no longer contact with them. They range from all different ages, to different backgrounds, to different accomplishments, to different hardships. They are my friends for a reason, and I am their friend for a reason. Life has circumstances, life has subjective moments, and life has reasons.
I am proud that I smile, I am ashamed I have been silent for too long, but I am happy to work towards not turning my head anymore, and not being silent when I should be loud, I should have a voice, and that voice should carry meaningful words.
*smile*
- Gossip man


