I'm back, sadder and lonelier.

So, yeah, I decided to get back on the writing train. Got myself a single room so I could get more focus on myself, so I could feel the loneliness aching my bones, the reality hitting me. I talked to a friend today, somebody I consider by now a really good friend. I was really hurting, suffering from a person that left my side. Somebody I got too attached, somebody whom I fell "in love" too fast, if love is a true thing. Well, anyhow, what he told me is that I'm not going to be a one girl person, I have too much passion to give, that I have to accept it, I can't change it. I just have to accept it and endure it. He said that I just can't change who I am, that there is a lot of passion in me, I think finally somebody got me. Not trying to be cocky and saying I'm such a passionate person but just looking at myself at the mirror right now makes me realize I am.


So, update? I'm in Lao, was travelling with another dutch girl that just kinda broke me a little bit, it always happens, I'll get back, you guys know how I am. I got a broken collarbone by the way, it'll either fix itself or I'll fix it later. Got a bunch of suicidal thoughts in my head the other day and that's something I discussed with my friend today as well. Pretty much he made me realize that I'm not the crazy one, my mind is. You should think: "but you're your mind", I thought the same thing when he told me but no, the part of my mind that thinks about killing myself, about failure, about being a jerk, an asshole; it's completely a different part than the one that I'm using whilst writing all this. Is the scary part, is the part that I'm alone with mostly at nights, that's why I normally need the heat of a woman at night. I don't want girls for sex, yeah, that's what I tell myself, I want a hot chick to bang her, but no, not really, I want a girl for the company because I'm scared to be alone. What happens when I'm alone? Inspiration comes through, suicidal thoughts become harder and stronger than ever and that's when I get to know myself.

Sometimes I wish I was a better person, sometimes I'm told I'm an amazing person but I just can't believe it. Some people just know me for like 1 day and say I am an amazing person, but they don't know the whole background. Gets me thinking, do you need to know the whole background on somebody so you can judge them or do you just judge somebody on the present? Does anybody even care about the actions of my past or they just mind the actions of my present/near future?

I don't like the William I am becoming sometimes and I would like to just wipe him out.

Still, always remember, carpe the fucking diem. A

As long as I live, I will make you all remember me.

Recap

A recap as explain by google is pretty much a summary.

So, what's going on with my life right now?

I'm pretty much just waiting to get my ass out of the country. Just working, working out and going out. A lot of people would be like, damn that's the life but unfortunately for me it's not. I would love to be in school, learning about anything. Or traveling, and that's why I'm so anxious about this trip.

I read the other day this article about choose your shit sandwich, it helped me a lot. The thing is I don't even know what kind of shit I would like to put in a sandwich. I don't know what I want to do with my life. Most people don't but at least they kinda do, they kinda have a direction or somebody that tells them what to do. I don't fucking know what I want in life. Honestly I'll settle myself right now with a good group of friends, a good girlfriend, well that's debatable, I should just stay single and keep having fun around. Or get into a relationship? Told you guys that I don't fucking know what to do.

So, 15 days, 15 days and I will be flying to Chicago and then out of the country. I can't believe I'm doing this.

In the meanwhile, I guess I'll just live my simple life some people envy and have fun with the fort worth girls, that by the way, are really cute. I mean, all I knew of American women was of military towns, where there was a bunch of guys just like me. Here, rarely, rarely, are guys like me So that works in my advantage ;)

Have a nice fucking day, don't kill yourself, try to smile, trust me every time somebody smiles or I see a picture of somebody smiling on facebook, instagram or any kind of fucking social media that makes us anti-social, it makes me smile.

Well, I'm still alive.

Anxiety, fucking anxiety, that is what kills me everyday. I mean I'm getting stuff done, working out, working towards my goals. I just wish I could do it faster. Already got all the transcripts in order. Got a job, about to move into a new place. I just have this crazy anxiety in me.

I still miss her and care about her but I'm more calm now. I mean, I'm 24, why the hell do I want to be stuck in a long distance relationship? It's just a waste of time. I'm a good looking guy, I should be having fun instead of being stuck on a long distance relationship. Also, with all the TCU girls around here.

I don't have a lot to say, I'm just having a lot of anxiety today. I need a hug.

Am I getting better?

So, just like my psychologist said yesterday, what a big change. Now that I see it, these last two weeks have been like a rollercoaster of everything. I'm really happy some days and other days I'm not but lately I've been keeping myself busy and, oh my fucking god, that helps a lot. I started working yesterday, service industry sucks, wanted to choke a couple persons but I just laughed about it in my head, I guess that's better right? Had a good interview yesterday morning as well, and oh well, things are looking positive and I start to see finally a light at the end of the tunnel.

Also, my psychologist said, that I like women that treat me like shit, guess it all comes with the adrenaline junkie that I am. I don't enjoy easy things, I like to feel the thrill and the adrenaline of everything. Of women making me chase them. Keeping me on my toes, making me call them and not them calling me. I mean I enjoy when they're nice and treat me back good but if it becomes too easy I get bored and want to follow on. Guess that is what happened in the military as well, it was becoming too easy, I started getting bored, didn't see anywhere to grow up or anything.

I like to learn, I like to improve myself every day. I wish I had more tools aka money to do it. Anybody want to sponsor me getting a skydiving license? I promise you, you'll jump for free with me for the rest of your life or well, being more realistic, for the rest of mine. The way that I live life I don't think I will make it too long in this world but also I like that. I don't want to end up in a foster home, not being able to do my workouts, not being able to do everything by myself. Do you want somebody wiping your ass? Unless it's my life partner maybe, and that is still a maybe.  Also, something that motivated me was this quote: "It never gets easier, you just get better". I'm probably getting better at dealing with life issues, at dealing with myself, at realizing I don't have it easy but I will find a way to make it easy and kick ass. Because you know what, I have the fucking motivation, I know what I want, I'm working on the means to achieve it and I'll make it.

Oh, I also think I'm a narcissist and I blame it on my mother. Is that also narcissist on my part? And also I just did one of those online quiz, I got 34, out of 40. If you get above 20 you're a narcissist, so there you go. I mean, I care about other people, especially about her. I care more about her than I care about myself because I feel when she's happy I'm happy.

I suck at moving on.

Have a nice fucking weekend.

And here it goes again, remember, it doesn't get easier, you just get better.

DAMN!

Holy shit, that was some rage moment I had in my last post. It helped, a lot actually. Calmed me down. But damn, I can go to some dark places in my head. I think I might be crazy but anyways, who's not these days? What's considered normal anymore? Do we want to be normal? I like my craziness, sometimes it gets too out of control but at least I'm trying to control it.

I have always been a master of disguise when it comes to hiding my real feelings, to hiding how I feel inside. After I shared this blog with some people that know me they were like, fuck, but you seem so happy all the time, but you're always a really positive person. Well, that's my costume I put on for them because I don't like to show my flaws to anybody that knows me. That's another big reason I started this, so I could release what I have inside without people judging me or well, without people knowing who to judge. I mean, a lot of you guys that read me don't even know my last name. Name is William and that's pretty much it. I'm trying to keep it in the down low as much as possible because I'm fucking tired of being judged. Maybe one day I'll say fuck it and publish everything or maybe I'll die and all of this will go with me.

And you guys know what. After opening up with friends about this blog, I realized I'm not the only one that thinks like this. Because let's be honest. Nobody likes to share his of her flaws with other people, we always want to show other people how cool we are, how bad asses we are. It's not like you meet somebody and first thing is like: Hey my name is William and I'm a complete wreck, nice to meet you, wanna be my friend? People would get fucking scared and run away. That's why psychologists and psychiatrists make money. They're getting paid to listen to all your problems, because everybody else likes to listen to nice things about your life and you don't need to pay them because they actually enjoy them. Nobody likes a whiner or somebody that complains all the time. I fucking hate to complain or whine but you know what, right now is the only fucking thing I can do and it's my blog so if you don't like it go fuck yourself. Am I trying to overcome all this? Totally. Everyday I try to better myself up in something, in any kind of way, mentally, physically, spiritually. Any way that will help me be a better person and that will help me accomplish what I want in my future.

So, fuck it, let's whine, let's complain but let's better ourselves up

Lets Carpe that fucking Diem.