Everything I see, everything I hear, all of the signs...

they're all about New York.

And that's good.

I could sell a book filled with all of the pep-talks I've been giving myself everytime I see a photo or a shot of the city on TV. I have a feeling I am going to be bruised from pinching myself for several weeks to come. And honestly it hasn't all really hit me yet. That may be a long time coming, definitely when I least expect it.

So now, I have to condense all of my into an essence. And I have to find the words to say thank you, the RIGHT way. Because without you people...I can't quite even imagine.

"Awww, yes sir! I am a bitch. A crazy bitch! Ask him," she says, pointing to yet another specter of boyfriends past, "I'm sure he'd love to tell you all about it." Leaving him with a wink and a blown kiss, she walked away, grinning through the turmoil that festered inside.

And the truth is, I just can't help myself. You, collectively, might think that the inability to let go is something that is unique to the situation you were a part of. Nope, this is a personality problem that will always handicap me. I've had thoughts of changing it, and maybe someday I will develop the resolution and willpower to do so. But until then, I'll just have to work around it, won't I? Who knows; maybe I'm addicted to the drama, and I call it upon myself...wait, that's the absolute truth, what do I mean, who knows?

I am a walking contradiction in terms. I don't need a man to be happy and have a fabulous life doing what I am doing, even if I drive everyone, especially me, crazy in the process. I don't need that space in my life filled right now, but I want it to be eventually. I want the ideal, and I am so busy trying to locate it that I'm blind to all other things.

"Kelly, the dog did it."
"Do you believe in fate?"
"Call me when you are the person that you want to be."
"Please welcome, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Stephen Chastain!"
"What do you want me to tell you, Kelly? What do you want me to say?"

I "fall in love" with everything that stands still long enough to deal with me. I find the ones who are intense, who are hurt and confused, and I am drawn to them because I am fascinated by larger, male versions of me. I mistake physical things for emotional things and even when I know better I try to self-medicate with hugs and caresses that leave me scrubbed completely clean of anything real. I think that I miss a person when really I miss wrapping him around me as insulation against all of the issues that I am trying to ignore. I push too hard for too long 'til eventually even I'm asking me, "what the HELL is wrong with you, psycho?"

And I am filled with the pervasive desire to apologize, everytime I horrify myself. I want everyone to know that I am not really like this, that I am strong and not needy and I don't really need anyone. I constantly want to make right what I am constantly doing wrong, which is giving you the impression that this is about you. No need to pretend that either of us was perfect. It just wasn't right, and even though I know that, true connections for me are so few and far between I am fierce about letting them go. What I forget when my brain goes numb is that there is nothing that I can do when the feeling is not mutual.

All I ever wanted, before I periodically make things magnitudes worse than they really are, was closure. From all of you. I struggle with a lot that none of you know about, and it has become the pattern for men in my life to perpetuate my worst nightmare. I also hold with the cycling of wanting the ones who are most likely to do this.

The one who I know isn't likely at all to do this might well be out of my reach.

God's will rules my life, so I'll just have to say he must have bigger and badder lined up for me.

If you read this, think whatever you want. I am done with the parallel universe thing. I am tired of floating over my body watching myself do things I would never do when sober or thoughtful. I will always be praying, and you will always be a thread in the fabric that I am creating. Even if you couldn't find it in you to do this, and I couldn't find it in me to not take it back...

I am through.

I am really struggling here.

I am dealing with some anger. Some fear. Insecurity. Of course some anxiety but I can't stop breathing, can I?

I am trying to figure out what makes me shut down. So I can stop it. I don't like working against myself because it consumes so much energy. I draw into myself and become despondent, disappointed when I am lonely. The very independence that has become my anthem and my sole reason for being single and bitchy tends to isolate me, and I am frustrated by it.

My body is numb, and my being is listless. I have to stop this.

I refuse to keep on defeating myself.