jpenseur; Introspective Personal Journal, Poetry, and Anthology.

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Me — i.e, jpenseur 31.3.25

My days have been so frustrating. I feel like there's this hungry void inside of me. Interacting with people makes me feel sick to my stomach. I feel detached. I don't know what to do to feel better. I am fading away. Someone help me.

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Me — i.e, jpenseur 8.9.22

How can someone expect you to treat others with kindness if you can't treat yourself with kindness?

When someone tells you to open the door.

Me — i.e, jpenseur 9.3.22

I always hold myself back because I fear criticism; I fear that people can sometimes be unforgiving of incompetency. I fear that people will not allow me to learn and simply replace me. Today I had a conversation with an industry professional; they shared a snapshot of a time when they felt insecure about their inability to perform. They mentioned that we are conditioned to shame ourselves when we don't know something. It was asserted that we need to tear that social construct down because it's not realistic to know one hundred percent of everything. When you are in the field, you'll be surprised by how eager and willing people are to help you grow your personal and professional identity. Today, I felt that my perspective has grown for the better. I'm going to try to open up more doors for myself.

The Narcissist

Me — i.e, jpenseur 15.10.23

Hindsight, what horrible person that was. I was so overwhelmed by the disapproval that I let this person chip away at my sense of self-worth. I don't care if you hate me or is disapproving of me. I don't see much value in your person either. I was a fool for thinking your opinions of me carried more weight than my opinions of you. You were despicable. All that pain you caused me, I wish for you to feel it all. All those looks of despise and those loud booming moments of silence, feel it all. That persistent feeling of questioning your sanity, feel all of that as well. I think maybe the reason why it's hard for me hate people is I was making room for people who really deserve it. I think you deserve it. A slow agonizing burn. I often imagine how you probably felt powerful emotionally abusing me; stonewalling me. I fell into it because of hope. A bait you meticulously placed in the trap made of your narcissism. People say that, time will heal, time will make you forget. Maybe...

The possible idea that I'm never to have ambition.

Me — i.e, jpenseur 2.10.22

Something I've been scared of confronting is the possible idea that I'm never to have ambition. As of now, I've convinced myself and others I have big plans, but I know in the back of my head how dishonest I'm being. I guess it's easier to be vague than to say you don't have dreams, right? In my world, motivation thus far, has only been to save face. I feel like I have never strived for anything substantial or adding value. It upsets me that I'm at this crossroads of not knowing, and not caring. I just want a bit more direction, to find at least one thing that sets me up for good.

Me — i.e, jpenseur 8.10.22

I have people around me who bring nothing to the table; I think more and more that their company is simply a waste of time. I shouldn't say that, but that's how I think. When I'm around them, I just feel absolutely nothing. The conversation is not stimulating. There's no sort of progression; it's dull throughout. Their interests are so small in scope that it's hardly palatable. They are so concentrated on what they know they've become exclusive. So dull; I think I knew that for quite a while, but these bursts of loneliness cast such a big shadow that it made me stop realizing it.

Why does this bother you?

Me — i.e, jpenseur 18.3.22

When you can't look at poverty or even tolerate it, is that not privilege? Nothing can change my mind. I don't see 'being triggered' as a valid reason not to accept reality. Poverty exists even when you're living in your middle-class home in Canada.

Me — i.e, jpenseur 14.9.25

I haven't wrote about anything in a while. I have been so busy with a lot of really exciting things. I'm happy be blessed with such wonderful people in life. People who support me, and love me.

Me — i.e, jpenseur 28.4.24

What I can't see won't hurt me. I love you to the point where a glimpse completely shatters me. I can't fix myself if I'm always met with a reminder. It's never you; not ever your fault once.

My life in some attempt of summation.

Me — i.e, jpenseur 25.3.25

My life in some attempt of summation, has been the lack of space. A safe space to be deep, intellectual, vulnerable. I think subcontiously, that's why I started writing. It's easier to feel when I'm not calculating. When I'm raw, and entirely honest. I can hate without feeling like I shouldn't. I can be passionate without being too much. It's like a personal study or library where I'm free to scream on top of my lungs. I can be everything. Guarded and powerful. Hopeful and cynical. Logical and emotional. My life in some attempt of summation.

Me — i.e, jpenseur 29.8.25

I think you just have to accept that some relationships are not always meant to be so close and it's not exlcusive to one type of relationship. Sometimes that metaphysical bond or glue that holds people together just fades or is no longer serving its purpose. Bonded to one side. I think you can still hold a lot of love for people even with the distance.

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