To the New Yawkers in the house...
I miss New York. I miss the chaos, the bullshit, the shady people, just about everything. I love Arizona, I really do, I just want to get out and do nothing with my life. That's been my mood for about a month or so. Being here forces upon actions I need to take in order to determine my future as an adult. FUCK being seventeen. I wanna be fifteen. Fourteen, thirteen! Ugh.. I don't wanna grow up. Fuck getting a job, paying for gas, applying to colleges, buying shit. Stressful shit, but nonetheless SO much less stressful shit compared to other people's situation. I just suck at stress management. Well if I tell myself that, I will become that... So no. I can handle stress efficiently. That's halfway true. I'm crazy. Don't worry about it.
As you may know, I am in Alcoholics Anonymous. Yes, I'm aware most of you think it's unnecessary of me and that I'm probably only doing it because my boyfriend is in AA. I have nothing to prove to you, especially because for everyone perception is reality, but I will say this: I am an Addict. Google "Addict". You'll find that the requirements are not living on the streets, drinking aftershave, using/drinking everyday, stealing TVs. I'm sure at least one of you reading this is an Addict and don't even know it. I say I am an Alcoholic in meetings out of respect.
Honestly, I'd rather be in Narcotics Anonymous, I relate more to NA. But AA is the basis of NA, so I wanted to start there.
I've been wanting to give up on the Steps and attempt to drink on weekends. Knowing myself and the reality of myself, I can't do that. I simply can't. Drinking on weekends leads to pills everyday during the week to hold me over, that leads to rolling a few times a month, then drinking during the week, drinking alone, leads all back to wanting to die without any chemical in (or sometimes out of) my body.
Funny part about it, I look back and say to myself, "I wasn't sad." If I read notebooks I've filled during the year of 2007... It tells an out of this world comparison. No doubt I wanted to lay in bed all day, sulk in self pity, withdraw from everyone around me, etc. That is not normal. That is not normal.
I've had my taste of paradise from approximately Jan. 2008-May 2008. Never in my life had I felt a remote sensation of loving myself. During that time I can honestly say I was able to look in the mirror and not contemplate extensive procedures of plastic surgery. I was able to talk to others when I wasn't even asked to! It was great. I felt freedom. I was free. Big difference during that time was my non-existent drug use. (Not so much because it was my choice.)
I need to keep reminding myself of that time, and where I was, and where I want to be (plus more). Working on yourself is something a lot of people turn away from because it seems pointless, they can't see where the results come in. I know what will happen if I keep working. I have seen a glimpse of what I can be, what I have in me. I want that. I choose to keep working.
You all have potential. It's basic science, if you don't believe me. Everything technically has potential. Potential energy. Turns into kinetic energy. Kinetic energy goes and goes and goes. Yes, gravity does push/pull you down at some point but the rule of science is that energy cannot be lost, so you damn well can launch again and again and again.

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