You've been dismissed from my life
She watched in awe as he carefully tightened one screw and loosened another. He stood up, seemingly satisfied with his work.
"Excuse me," she said trying to contain a smile, "did you fix it?"
"Oh, hi. I didn't see you there. But, uh, yeah. It is."
He stepped aside, awkwardly gesturing towards the machine with his free hand.
"Thanks," she said, opening the lid. "I'll see you around."
"You will," he replied as he walked towards the door.
Have you ever had to go through the school day holding back tears and trying to avoid collapsing with every step you take? Not many people can attest to that. This was my wednesday, but still I went with my friend to the Emergency room so that she wouldn't be by herself.
I keep forgetting to post these damn stories. So I'm gonna post them all in one post.
That was for Monday.
I pride myself in being able to undoubtedly say that I have found and have practiced the epitome of the word cope. I used to hate that word when it was mentioned by my therapist. I used to think that "coping" was impossible when the my surrounding environment was constantly changing, but always negative. But over the past few weeks, maybe even months, I've been completely peaceful at mind. No matter what situation I found myself sitting in, while watching my friends fret and become emotional over the smallest events, I realized that I am hardly affected. At home, an environment that used to overwhelm me each and every day has become home. Anything and everything that my mother has said or constantly says, has done or constantly does to me does not anger or depress me anymore. I've realized that she is human. She controls her actions, decisions, and wahtsoever. And it is not my responsibility to control her, and it never has been. Understanding that: 1) I can't control her (or any other human for that matter), and 2) that its not my job to has taken a burden off of me. I'm at ease now.
My stories have been lacking in thoroughness. I have been posting quotations and conversations instead of my life’s recollections, which I enjoy writing about. Soon I will be back on track, but for now here’s another quotation: “Aerodynamically the bumblebee shouldn’t be able to fly but the bumblebee doesn’t know that so it goes on flying anyway.”