i miss you

Well since my last blog, I've been in a really happy, good place and then tonight - BANG - that brick wall comes up again and I feel alone and scared and sad and anxious and worried. For no reason at all. I don't get it. Nothing has changed in the last 24 hours for this to happen. The only thing I can think of is that I am meeting friends tomorrow and Saturday. Am I nervous about meeting people I call my friends? Sometimes I wonder why I call them my friends... Isn't that an awful thing to say?! But none of them know how I really feel about life. Well not the ones I will be seeing over the weekend. One of them is like my second Mum which is lovely but we're meeting another two as well and I really wish it was just the two of us. Wow. Did I really just say that - how incredibly selfish am I?!
Then the ones I am meeting on Saturday, well I had to arrange that cause everything they arrange, they do without me. Maybe they've forgotten I've moved home. Maybe they just don't like me. But then they seemed happy to go for lunch on Saturday. I don't know the answer. Anyway they are all pretty and skinny and happy and to be honest I'm totally jealous. I HATE being jealous of people. HATE it but how can you not be when they are what you want to be?!
On Saturday evening I have to go to a house-warming party of my friend and her partner. I don't know how many people will be there, however, I do know that no matter how many people will be there I will not know anyone else. I want to stay at home and watch Take Me Out and watch movies and fantasise about what life would be like if I was pretty and thin and happy like people on telly and in the movies. But then staying in will just make everything worse. Or so they say.
I called this blog 'i miss you' because there are four people who were once part of my life who i miss so much that it sometimes hurts. i so wished i hadn't messed things up with them but i did. of course i did. i don't want to use names so i'll just go with numbers.

Number 1. Number 1 was my best friend. She was the only real best friend I have ever had. She knew EVERYTHING about me, she has been the only person who I felt comfortable telling everything to. We had sleepovers nearly every other weekend. We had every break and every lunch together at school. We got drunk together. We cried together. We laughed together. We laughed so much. And like proper belly laughs and silly giggles. She wasn't the most reliable person but that was just Number 1. I really don't know what happened. I was probably a bitch to her and she didn't put up with me. I sometimes wonder if I should get in touch through facebook or something but I'm worried that I was such a bitch that she won't forgive me. Or that she never thinks about me. She probably has replaced me with better people. So I try and forget about Number 1.

Number 2 was a really good friend at the start of 'big' school. She was loyal, reliable, funny, crazy. She was a great friend. We spent so much time together, again she was someone I could trust. I miss her too. But I was definitely nasty to her. I don't know why she put up with me so long. She embarrassed me in front of the 'cool' kids with her craziness and care free attitude. Well the 'cool' kids never bothered with me anyway and even if they did it would have been a loss to give up number 2 for those losers, so I lost an amazing friend for nothing. And now I don't have much. Oh how karma comes around.

Number 3 wasn't the most trustworthy person but I knew how much I could talk to her about. And I loved listening to her stories. She lost her Dad when we were 15, it was tough. I didn't know how to make her feel better. I cried for her. I cried for her Dad. He was a great guy, always winding us up, making us laugh and blush! We spent every Saturday together for a couple years. Then she became best friends with someone else at school, we grew apart a little. Then I messed up by going behind her best friends back and that was it.

Number 4 is a guy who was so lovely. We met online which I was always wary about. He really wanted to meet up, we chatted for MONTHS. We'd chat for hours at a time. He wanted to meet up for real but I always too scared and he was still always there when I needed him so I just thought that was how it would always be. I wouldn't meet him because I was scared he wouldn't like me when he saw how fat and ugly I was. I was worried with the whole safety online thing too. I thought he was too good for me and that there was someone else waaay better for him. I really thought we were good friends but then he met someone and said we had to stop being in touch. I know I was being ridiculous and that we couldn't actually stay in touch forever, I mean I didn't even meet him. But I think about him all the time. Well I did, I'm managing to think of him less as time goes on. He was just one of those people who were ridiculously easy to chat to. I think he knew more about than anyone else in my life. Maybe that was why I wouldn't meet him. He knew too much. Maybe I liked him for the anonymity. Maybe I would have felt like this about anyone I chatted to online. Maybe I need to think like that to get over him completely. Because I really, really need to. I can't have him in my head nearly all the time.

So, yey, those are the four people who are no longer in my life who I really wish still were. But they say that everything happens for a reason and that nothing that's meant to be will pass you by... Lets hope they are right. And they also say what doesn't kill you will make you stronger... Sometimes I wish it would kill me.

Life is hard. Why does it have to be hard? Is this punishment for all the crap I've pulled on people? Maybe it is just karma giving it back hard. I try so hard to stay positive and to eat healthy and to exercise and to socialise but then I just get overwhelmed in all this negativity again and it just feels like all that effort was such a waste of time. So much for 2012 being great. :/

epic FAIL

Story of my life. I didn't manage to do the 'Cooper Gratitude' list thing. I never manage to do anything I set my mind to. I am so fed up of failing everything I set out to do. I just don't know how to change it... Like I try and accept things the way they are but something in my head just doesn't let me. I always find the negative bit of absolutely everything. I want to be a positive person but I do not know how. I want to be who I was when I was 12. I didn't worry about anything, I took things as they came. I lived for the present day, not in the past. If things didn't work out the way I wanted, whatever, shit happened but now I cannot get over things. Or maybe someone. Or probably both. Now I'm this pathetic excuse for a human being who is fed up of everything. Fed up of not having a job. Fed up of not having a well paid job. Fed up of losing friends. Fed up of being alone for what feels like will be forever. Fed up of getting fat again. Fed up of my parents hating me and being disappointed in me. I don't think fed up is the right word. If your fed up of something you do something about it. But I can't. I am horrible on a daily basis to my parents. I don't know why. I don't want to be but it just happens. What is that about?
I really want 2012 to be my year. I want to change into a positive person in 2012. I want to get back to my lowest weight and beyond in 2012. I want someone to want me in 2012. I need someone to want me in 2012. So here is to 2012 and its prospected awesomeness, come on 2012, show me just how awesome you can be. Please. :)