I'm more me than u r

Some jewish guy, plays trombone, likes strategy games, and how things came about,and prob some other stuff I'll think of late.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

not ok

I'm not ok, I'm not anywhere close to ok, its not so much that I've been lying to everyone as I'm lying to me.
I know this doesn't belong in this blog, but for some reason I'm putting it here anyways. I'm not sure what to say, and then I'm not even sure who to talk to, to be honest I'm not even sure I can place which things are apart or how much apart of me being broken they are.

I mean David being gone, is defninitely my tipping point, and I really don't know what to do with out him, he was right he did take up lot of my time, but I never minded it, I live for that.

So now what do I live for, I benefit, no one, I cost most everyone, suicides not an option, realistically I know I'm going nowhere, at best I'll teach. I'm watching my life crumble, and its running out of ways to crumble.

On the plus side i reconnected with a lot of friends, met a few of david's have an Esther, to keep me company from way to far away, she's about as much of David as I have left. . . which is kind of weird. I could go into it, but I"m really burnt out at this point.

Bwehh I'm pathetic. . . at least right now, I'm left alone for 20 minutes and my whole head collapses.
But seriously I'm now taking pride in things 2 years ago would have been my shameful fall back plan.

So what do I do now? Who do I talk to? I guess thats why this is here, so someone might leave a comment and tell me, so it could be anonymous, or in person. . . but I know better there are a handful of people who may read this from time to time, but it could be me that died and no one would comment.

I mean I know David has friends and people that care, the funeral, his facebook, our shiva, the tons of support shows that, but I guess I thought someone on here would say something to.
I'm not sure why that matters to me, I guess because . . . I'm so broken that I'm relying on this blog to be the support I lack. I mean I have how many friends that say they are here for me and I' still can't figure out what the hell I"m doing.

or who to talk to, and I keep just thinking if I just had this. . . well really thats always the same thing, but if i just had that one thing I'ld be ok. I know I wouldn't be though. . .but it would be better right I'ld have to be. Right?

So I'm not sure if at this point i'm just disgusting or worthy of pitty, if I'm a villain or a bad attempt at a hero, if I'm unnoticeable or just quietly observed, but I'm here for the world to look on or ignore as they please, and I guess I will see where the future drags me.

This song got me through work today, it seemed so positive then and now it seems to eat on failure:

Don't blame me, you didn't get it x3
I already told you, falling is easy
it's getting up that becomes the problem
it's getting up that becomes the problem
If you don't think you can find a way out
you become the problem
you become the problem

Don't blame me, you didn't get it x3
I already told you, falling is easy
it's getting up that becomes the problem
it's getting up that becomes the problem
If you don't think you can find a way out
you become the problem
you become the problem

Don't blame me, you didn't get it x3
I already told you, falling is easy
it's getting up that becomes the problem
it's getting up that becomes the problem
If you think you can find a way out
you solve the problem
you solve the problem
STAIND
Don't blame me, you didn't get it
I already told you, falling is easy it's getting up that becomes the problem
If you don't think you can find a way out you become the problem

4 Comments:

Blogger Akala said...

Stop with the pity party and just call me if you need a shoulder to cry on. How many times to I have to tell you that?

I will be there to help you back up (even if I have to use a pulley system to do it cause you're too damn tall.)

12:26 PM  
Blogger christine said...

Hi Scott,
I was at Bunco last night and there learned of your brothers death...I am so sorry and am praying for your family. I don't know if you remember me, but my son Branden and nephew, Jack messarra played soccer with you on coach Liz team......swim team too.
Prayers and sympathy,
Christine Messarra

9:21 PM  
Anonymous Esther said...

Scott,
I'm going to tell you what David told me when I fell apart because I lost my keys:
"STOP CRYING AND REASSESS YOUR STANDING. YOU CAN TALK TO ME BUT ONE OF THESE DAYS, YOU'LL FIND OUT, YOU'RE CRYING OVER SPILLED MILK."
Of course there were some other things that really won't work in this situation. But David wouldn't want you to be so depressed about it. I'm also very broken about it. My own friends refuse to leave me alone, even for 2 seconds to get lunch.
I know that together we can get through this. I'm always available to talk to...just have to remember my timezone is an hour behind your's. But I will answer no matter what.
Your friends are there for you. I'm here for you. Never forget that you are equally loved by everyone that knows you.

3:42 PM  
Blogger Scott said...

thanks

8:07 PM  

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