Things are just really not going the way I’d like them too.
And it’s all really unfair because I had just thought to myself how good of a job I was doing with handling all aspects of my life.
Dude. I’m depressed. And think I’ll be out of meds for a month or so. And I can’t get anyone to tell me they don’t want me to my face. Or to a phone. With their voice.
I just want to know what having someone committed to you feels like. No matter what’s going on in your life or their life. To just treasure the fact that there are so many horrible things in life and what a special and great thing it is to have friends and ultimately to feel intimacy with someone.
I believe it so much. And I know it exists and I know I work hard to get it and it’s just always a failure. I’m most upset at how hard I try, and how conscious I try to be, and still end up backtracking.
I feel incredibly lonely because I’m making myself incredibly lonely and reverting back into my protective inner shell and its terrible but man. I’m a human. I’m supposed to be upset and this all isn’t normal.
When I told you of all the previous people. How the last person I had feelings it would last with broke up with me via text message and I left his present I had been working super hard on to make in the snow for him to pick up, you were appalled.
And all I said was, you’d be surprised and that I’ll believe that you wouldn’t ever do something like that if and when it happens.
I think by the time he realizes he should call me or talk to me or say anything at all it’ll all just be too late.
I won’t even get to know if he thinks about me so much.
He says he doesn’t. And I call bullshit. Because he’s going to have a bad day, or a crazy idea, or some philosophical fight to have about his political views, and he’s going to think about how easy and fun and great it was to have me there.
And it won’t matter.


