Excerpt.

So, um. I'm writing fiction again.

I never knew what to do with myself. Proof for this remains inscribed in several years’ collective utterings in a diary I kept secret between my bed mattress and the dusty wall. Among moments of shame captured in scribblings of barely-legible handwriting, it appeared obvious to any reader that I might have been completely insane at one point in my life. However, I stood to prove a point against such rumors.

It was not insanity that broke me in my sixteenth year of life, but instead it was a moment of realization—an epiphany—which I soon understood to be the true source of my downfall. A realization which any human being could hope to never encounter. What was this awakening? Simple.

I am nothing.

Those three words would soon spread like weeds to every vacated corner of my mind, and then, set ablaze one day, would grow to be the most incriminating evidence against my sanity.

Why you always runnin' in place?

April is a liberating time.
I've never explained it here, but I truly despise the month of March. It is simply the worst month in the calendar. Everything bad happens in March. March is a living hell for me every year. It's always something different. This year it was a suicide note and an unfinished attempt. And yet no one is worried about me. No one thinks there's anything wrong with me. No, I'm wrong about that--It's that no one thinks I'm worth saving.

I isolated myself for nearly the entirety of the month of March, and the most of a reaction I got was a shrugged shoulder. Wow. I really matter to people so much, don't I? Enough that they sit on the other side of the room when they know I'm depressed and need a friend. Enough that no one checks up on me. Enough that the only people who make eye contact with me are teachers and managers, who are paid to interact with me.

I don't really have a specific purpose to this blog post, it's more of a place to vent my thoughts in a place where I know no one will read them.

Understand that I've been dreaming about senior prom since I was in middle school. I've always imagined getting all dressed up in the perfect dress and just having the best night out with friends of my high school career. The one thing I didn't expect was that I wouldn't have a date. Right now is a very critical time for prom plans--I need to find a dress, first of all. And if I don't even have a date, well then.
My options are either to stay home and wallow in my misery, or go alone and wallow in my isolation and have no one even notice that I exist. At this point, staying home and missing out on the once-in-a-lifetime-opportunity-that-I've-been-dreaming-about-for-years sounds a lot better than going alone and leaving after 20 minutes and crying the entire way home.
Everything has been ruined.

I just...want one last good memory to share...before I never see them again...

Everyone thinks the things I worry about are trivial. They tell me things like "It's not that big of a deal, I'm sure going by yourself will still be fun." You. Don't. Understand. I know myself much better than you ever have, and I know that if I don't have a date for prom, it will fucking ruin the rest of my senior year (Which is only six weeks now, by the way). I'm excluded enough as it is. This will only reinforce the fact that I'm a loner and no one wants me around.
This whole "anxiety" thing isn't fun. It's not a game I play for attention. I legitimately worry about these things, even if I KNOW they're not that important. I become obsessed, and if things don't turn out right, I panic.

I always have all these romantic ideas of what my future holds, and then it doesn't happen. Nothing ever happens. It always happens to someone else. I'm not allowed to be happy. I'm not allowed to be loved. I'm apparently not INTERESTING enough to be loved. I'm a stick-in-the-mud with one too many complaints about the cards she was dealt from the beginning. No one likes that type of person. Everyone keeps saying "just wait, it'll get better," and I'm so fucking sick of waiting. Is it too fucking much to ask? When will it be my time? When will I finally be happy? I'll tell you when: Never. Because some people were just meant to be unhappy right from the start, and I guess I'm just one of those people because my happiness is always temporary. Always.

The day everyone finally understands what I'm saying will be the same day that I kill myself. But no one will take the time to listen and figure that out before it's too late. Not that it matters. You know, dying really is a trivial thing, isn't it? I mean, the only thing that happens to you is that you stay dead for eternity with no reversal option. No big deal, right? So, you know, it doesn't matter if you're too late.

I'm not wanted here. I have to scream for attention, and even then, half the time, I'm overlooked. I'm invisible. Insignificant. I don't exist. I could disappear off the face of the Earth and not a single person would go looking for me. Especially not the one person who I want to look for me.

KnitPicks

My first-ever KnitPicks order came in today! I wasn't expecting it to arrive for another week or something. It was shipped on Tuesday and it takes 5-14 days for the cheapest shipping. I checked to make sure I didn't accidentally order the 2 or 3-day shipping (it costs a lot more and I was going to be mad with myself if I did), but I didn't. They just shipped it quickly. And to think I considered paying extra for something that would have arrived on the same date.

I got some sock yarn (because for some reason I need more yarn. Right.), a pair of US 7 straights, and a shitload of point protectors. I. Love. These. Point. Protectors.
I've seen other point protectors in stores, but I've been looking specifically for these kind: the cylindrical ones with a rounded edge. I have a pair of pink ones just like these that were given to me as a gift, but I could never find another pair just like them, until I came across KnitPicks. I nearly did a backflip.

IHOP

/keels over

September.

So here I stand, staring down
the edge of September and
watching where old loyalties lie.
What step I take next will

Determine how I fall and if
I'm caught in mid-air. I've
returned to an utter state of
confusion with a dazed dose

Of insanity. The lines that
draw me start to fade with
a fleeting glimpse of what
was once my future.

The cries that escape my
throat do not voice the way
I am truly falling apart
within this old shell of a heart.

Toe-curls and nervous
lip-bites don't give away
the panic ensuing, rising
like a thermometer in here.

So here I stand, staring down
the edge of September and
watching where old loyalties lie.
I can't find myself anymore.

Breakups are hard.

This is easily one of the hardest ones I've gone through. I couldn't stop myself from falling apart at random intervals throughout the day. In the middle of a conversation my eyes would water up and I'd sit there sniffling like the whiny little pussy baby I am. I don't know what I would have done if Kersten wasn't there. I'd probably be hysterical. Cry myself into a fit. I've done it before, why not again?
It hurts.

I don't know what to believe anymore.

I hope he's happy with what he did.

I was just reaching the point where you get used to having someone around, someone always in your life. It's the little things that are getting to me most of all; where will I go in the mornings? Who will I sit with during homeroom?
I don't know if it's truly sunk in yet. I keep having these exciting thoughts about things, like "Omg, I can't wait to tell him about this!" and then feeling like death inside immediately after those thoughts.

I want to throw myself in front of a bus.

I can't trust anyone.

I'm on my own.

I can't imagine that he'd be reading this. He doesn't give a flying fuck about what happens to me, he only cares about himself and making people feel bad for him.

I'm not okay. I'm far from being okay.

I don't know if I'm angry or depressed. Angry because he lied to my face without a remorse. Depressed because I've lost someone I've been close to.

How dare I think someone actually liked me? How dare I come out of my shell? Who the hell does this girl think she is?

I just want to disappear.

I'd give it all to you
Letting go of me
Reaching as I fall
I know it's already over now
Nothing left to lose
Loving you again
I know it's already over, already over now
"Already Over" - Red

Questions

I found this on Tumblr but I didn't feel like making an "answer-a-day" challenge (I'm already doing one at the moment and I would get myself confused). Plus I don't want to spam peoples' dashes, blah blah.

So I'm just going to do this all right now.

What was your first finished project?
I made a scarf.

What is currently on your needles?
A baby sock, baby blanket (both for my nephew), a hat, and soon to start a Ravenclaw scarf.

Do you have any other WIPs (works in progress)?
(See above)

How did you learn how to knit?
From a book that came in a kit which my mom gave to me for Christmas when I was 12. I didn't think I would like it at all, ahaha. My mom doesn't even knit.

How long did it take from the time your learned how to knit, to finish your first project?
Well, since it was a scarf, it took me a while, anyway. I don't even know how long, since it was nearly 6 years ago.

What is your favorite piece that you’ve knit?
I actually knitted a piece of cake a few years ago.

(It doesn't stand up on its own anymore, unfortunately.)

Your least favorite?
I don't really have one.

What’s your most challenging project?
I designed a sweater for myself when I was 13. The design is fine, but the outcome wasn't so good. The sleeves are different sizes and the stitching is uneven. So, yeah, I'd have to say that was the most challenging for me.

What fiber or yarn do you love working with?
My current favorite is TLC Essentials, but I like a lot.

Do you have a favorite pattern or designer?
No.

Do you have a “Knitter Hero” or someone that is just way too awesome for their own good? Do share!
I used to have someone I would knit with a lot when I would go to her house, but I'm not friends with her anymore. I'm kind of a unicorn amongst the people I know. There aren't very many people I know who knit/crochet.

Where do you keep your stash? Post pictures!

Gurl this ain't even half of it.

Do you have yarn that you love but can’t find a project for?
Microspun, I think it's called? I was stupid and didn't buy enough for anything practical. I could buy another one that color, but the dye lot would be different...

What’s the worst yarn/fiber that you’ve worked with and why?
Ugh, Lion Homespun. The "bubbles" keep sliding down the yarn and getting bunched up and a;ldkfjas;dfkjsdlfj

What was your least favorite pattern and why?
I don't really have one.

Have you ever had a knitting related injury?
Not really, but I have a callous on my left pointer-finger because I have a habit of pushing the right needle with my left hand instead of pulling it. Hard to explain, but yeah, a callous.

Have you ever had a project that you loved become ruined? What’s the story behind it?
I made a Möbius strip once out of this pink-and-purple dyed, soft yarn. The pattern made it large enough for a scarf/cowl. I wish I could find the pattern again (in its original form. I have a printed version, but the ink is faded).
It met its fate when I left my closet door open by accident and my cat (at the time he was only a couple-month-old kitten) ate a hole in it. Yes, ate.

Do you knit English or Continental?
Actually, I don't do either. I wrap the yarn around my thumb. It's weird. I've tried both American and Continental/European, but I don't feel comfortable. .-.

Do you watch movies and/or listen to podcasts while knitting? What are your favorite things to knit to?
Ohmygod, that's one of my favorite things to do. The other day I was watching Harry Potter and working on my hat.

Do you knit in public? Was anyone offended/incredibly happy/curious that you were doing so?
Absolutely. I was actually knitting during my Art History class today. I've gotten into this love of knitting during school for whatever reason. I've gotten mixed looks. Some were curious, some people were weirded out, etc.

Do you knit gifts for friends and family for the holidays or birthdays?
I used to do that more often, but it's hard to know what they'll want knit for them. Plus worrying about sizes, yarn types, etc. If someone wants me to knit them something, I have a policy that says "buy the yarn yourself and make sure there's enough to finish the whole thing."

Have you ever stricken someone off your to-knit-for list because they didn’t appreciate/take care of your last knitted gift to them?
No one really appreciates my knitted gifts as much as I wish they would. I would knit for someone if I knew they would appreciate it.

If you had the supplies (and patience) for it, what project would you start today?
Considering I have a fuckton of supplies (see above posts), and have a lot of patience for knitting, I'd have to say that I would just work on the projects I currently have.

Have you ever made your own pattern or dyed your own yarn? How did it turn out?
I'm actually making my own pattern with that hat I mentioned earlier. I haven't written a single thing down; every pattern detail is in my head. :D When I'm done, if it's successful, I might write the pattern and post it. It has cables and eyelets~

Do you have a knitting book or a place where you keep patterns, ideas, size measurements? Post a picture of it!
I'm too lazy to post it again. It's in the same rolling tote that I keep my yarn in.

Have you ever been a part, or wanted to be a part of a knit-a-long? What was it? If not, why?
I don't really know what all goes into a knit-a-long. Like, a group project? If so, no. Like I mentioned before, I'm kind of independent with my knitting. It would be nice to meet new knitters.

How do you acquire most of yarn? Online retailers, local yarn shops, swaps, or large chain craft stores? What’s your favorite?
I can only buy my yarn from large chain stores, like Jo-Ann Fabrics or Hobby Lobby (although I prefer the first one). I've Google'd lys for KC, but I haven't really found any promising ones. They all seem to be poorly-run or lack information or have gone out of business. :/ I would LOVE to go to one.

Do you do any other crafts besides knitting? What are they, and did learning to knit come before or after learning these other crafts?
I know how to crochet, but I don't like it as much because after some time it hurts my wrist, and it uses up a lot more yarn than knitting. :/ Crochet came afterward.

Do you have any tips, or things that you’ve learned from knitting?
Be patient. Also, make sure all your ends are woven in before you cut them, otherwise you'll find yourself mourning over your gradually-unraveling hard work.

What’s your name on Ravelry? If you don’t have a Ravelry account, why?
It's the same as any other site, Dawnne. :D