Another night stretching into the early hours. I'm left feeling no better today than any other day. Still not tired, I have no idea why this bout of insomnia has hit me. These last few weeks have stretched on and on, the days have kinda merged into one horrible dream. I'm so spaced out and distant. I'm lonely. I have been watching so many films, old films, new films.. I'm on a indie rom/com hype too (Good Will Hunting, Garden State, Punch, Drunk, Love) Its refreshing to come away from a film feeling something different, changing gear as it were. I think I'm getting soft again. The thought of being with someone has seemed like a dangerous possibility these last couple of years but now, not so much. But the one thing I dream of, is a dog to keep me company. A little buddy to talk to and walk and go out for little adventures with. Each day won't be long and tedious and all about my feelings. There will be a new center to my universe.I have already decided he will be named Rufus. Hopefully once I'm feeling better and able to hold down a job I can start saving.
Every night I relive the same scenes of my past, what would I do or say different. How would I better myself. But what does it really matter the past is the past. I'm sure those who have hurt me and I hurt them don't think about me. Anyway I can't concentrate anymore. I wonder if anyone will read this, or will this be another hollow call into the void.
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Wednesday, 19 October 2016
Friday, 14 October 2016
here we go again
It’s been a while since I’ve had a moan on here, so now is as good a time as any to start up again. The last few weeks have found me at my lowest ebb. Not getting out of bed, not wanting to talk or eat. And withdrawing, feeling like I might never come back.. plus I’m out of work again. But I’m feeling just a little better now and I am taking some medicine for my anxiety. I’m able to take walks again and can watch films and read. When I’m in a bad way I can’t get out of my head for a minute so reading is near impossible. At this point I really don’t know what the future holds and for once that doesn’t scare the shit outta me. I just want to feel relatively secure for a change. I’m sick of being up and down. Not knowing when I’m next going to lose my shit and have a bad turn.Anyway that’s enough for now. I’m currently reading the Bruce Springsteen bio’ and have been listening to lots of Leonard Cohen, Nick Cave and Radiohead.
Sunday, 21 August 2016
night time brings out the loneliness in people
night time, restless, depressed or can’t sleep.
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Monday, 15 August 2016
Rant#1
I have spent years of my life, bottling my feelings away, one by one. Every doubt, regret and fear in the world. Till I exploded. Anxiety crippled me. I couldn't leave the house without having a raging fit. I cried and cried before leaving for work. I dragged myself off each day to a job that was pointless, I couldn't eat. I just slept and slept. It was the day David Bowie died. I found out in the morning and felt my heart pulled out from my chest. I couldn't speak, I carried on pushing things deeper inside till I felt sick and could hardly stand. I ran down stairs and fell into a pool of tears. I was sent home. My old work friends never looked at me in the same way after that, they teased me and I left a week later. Humiliated.
What I remember from that day is a tearful phone call with my mum on the beach. She is the only one that understands. She listens and gives so much. Her calming reassurances reminded me of when I started secondary school, we'd moved across the country on our own, it was difficult transition. I would leave school early. Walk over to her work in tears, she'd run out and hug we and wipe the tears away. Eight years later I feel no different, just as alone and useless. On that beach it was so cold, people were walking by with there dogs, smiles pasted on there faces pretending all was well. Since then I have locked myself away, within my fortress of books and cds. Only art holds the answers.
What I remember from that day is a tearful phone call with my mum on the beach. She is the only one that understands. She listens and gives so much. Her calming reassurances reminded me of when I started secondary school, we'd moved across the country on our own, it was difficult transition. I would leave school early. Walk over to her work in tears, she'd run out and hug we and wipe the tears away. Eight years later I feel no different, just as alone and useless. On that beach it was so cold, people were walking by with there dogs, smiles pasted on there faces pretending all was well. Since then I have locked myself away, within my fortress of books and cds. Only art holds the answers.
Friday, 12 August 2016
Introducing
This is my first blog post in a few years. I started a blog when I left school and was coming out of a bad relationship. Now I hope this blog can be a positive outlet for another turbulent time in my life.
I have been out of work now for a couple of months. I was working in a coffee shop, which was an okay job. I had to leave as I was having panic attacks, so bad that each day was a new hell. I have always had pretty terrible social anxiety. I hate being in big crowds, unfortunately I live in a busy seaside town so there is no escape. I do miss the winter as the town is deserted and so are the beaches, I love nothing more than to walk on a icy cold day here in england.
I'd describe myself as being quite restless. I'm never really to content doing one thing for too long. I like to move on fast. I haven't been out of work since my early teens. I've always had the odd job, whether that be part time or full time. So really this is the first break I've had in a long time.
I'm always reading, researching or writing in some form. My biggest influences are those of the beat movement, Burroughs, Kerouac, Bukowski, Fante. I love the down and out tales, the never say die attitude and grit, living in shit and just scraping by. It seems a world away from the luxuries and accessories we all consume today.
This first post has been a brief introduction to me, I will probably post daily content that will include book/film reviews, playlists, gig reviews and just my daily activities. If you'd like to know more about me, check out my tumblr http://considermelost.tumblr.com/
Ben
I have been out of work now for a couple of months. I was working in a coffee shop, which was an okay job. I had to leave as I was having panic attacks, so bad that each day was a new hell. I have always had pretty terrible social anxiety. I hate being in big crowds, unfortunately I live in a busy seaside town so there is no escape. I do miss the winter as the town is deserted and so are the beaches, I love nothing more than to walk on a icy cold day here in england.
I'd describe myself as being quite restless. I'm never really to content doing one thing for too long. I like to move on fast. I haven't been out of work since my early teens. I've always had the odd job, whether that be part time or full time. So really this is the first break I've had in a long time.
I'm always reading, researching or writing in some form. My biggest influences are those of the beat movement, Burroughs, Kerouac, Bukowski, Fante. I love the down and out tales, the never say die attitude and grit, living in shit and just scraping by. It seems a world away from the luxuries and accessories we all consume today.
This first post has been a brief introduction to me, I will probably post daily content that will include book/film reviews, playlists, gig reviews and just my daily activities. If you'd like to know more about me, check out my tumblr http://considermelost.tumblr.com/
Ben
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