Thursday, 20 August 2009

Pushing them away

Why do I do it everywhere I go? The same pattern over and over and the only common denominator is me. I have always been an outsider, the little freak in the corner wishing, hoping and praying that someone would like me, that there would be another human being with whom I'd get that unmistakable bond of friendship that you see everywhere but in my life. You know, the one person that will be with you through thick and thin no matter what. Quarter of a century on and still nothing. I see people who were friends in school still best mates now, and I don't speak to one person from school, college or my first uni any more. Those I speak to from my second uni, well its sporadic at most, and never those whom I thought cared.

Like I said, the common denominator is me. I must shove everyone away deliberately. I have no idea why, except that perhaps I expect too much of people. I pour my heart out to them and scare them away because what goes on in my head is so majorly fucked up they don't want to know. It's not fair of me to expect people to be able to help me. This is my own fucked up, twisted world that I've created and I shouldn't drag anyone else into it. Hell, I bet noone is even reading this.

Time to stop whining, to hide in bed and hope I sleep then plaster on the happy face when I get up. Yes I know I'm a whiney emo.

Wednesday, 12 August 2009

I don't know what to say

I feel like shite.
I mean, how pathetic is it to be sat in front of my computer crying my eyes out? I miss my friends more than anything in the world. I mean, I miss my mum and dad but at least I've seen them since I moved and I can phone them etc. My friends? Nothing. It's the same cycle all over again. I think I belong somewhere and then it all goes wrong. I know I live on the other side of the country now, but would a text kill them? Maybe my paranoia wasn't paranoia and they really did just want to know me for what they could get? I don't want to think like that because I love them, but it's like they've forgotten I exist.

So here I am, crying, sat on my own but unable to pick up the phone and talk to someone. Is there something about me that makes me unable to form stable friendships? Do I expect too much from people? Then there are the thoughts that I hate, that I despise having; how I am insanely jealous of other people and their social circles. I want that, and because I can't have it I secretly want other people's lives to be as miserable as mine. That's just evil.

Will I have the balls to say any of this to the woman I'm going to see tomorrow? I doubt it. I'll just grin and answer the questions because that's what's expected.

I just want this all to stop. I can't cope like this.