"if you never attach yourself to a person..and it ends.. it just seems like they cant hurt you as much.. and for as long.. as someone who you willingly give your heart to... so when it ends...maybe you can walk out of the hospital with a minor outpatient surgery instead of being in a coma for a year and then finally coming to. " So I think this was the beginning of the end.. Im sure there was quite a bit leading up to it.. but when my thinking turned to this.. it was all down hill from there. But thats where I am now.. detached.. from everything and everyone. Detached from school and social activities.. detached from my closest friends.. detached from my family.. detached from God.. detached from myself... hoping that the further away I get from it all.. the lower expectations I have.. the less I act like I care.. the less it will hurt.. and the stronger I'll be in the end. I do realize the twisted logic that's at hand here. Maybe I am crazy... isnt that the definition of crazy.. when you can recognize something is wrong and that you should change it but you continue forward anyways. I dont know. Anyways, I've lost myself and found.. something.. parts of me.. parts that were uncertain before.. but now I am glad I have. Little things.. I have hobbies now.. in reading my old posts.. that really used to bother me. lol I love cooking/baking and do so regularly, I love crafts and painting and creating, i love working out and being active.. I still love being outside, dancing, and music. Reading too, not so much books- although I do enjoy that as well- but preferably the thoughts of others. I like that I know some stuff about myself now, and that I've started to take control of the areas of my life that for so long I felt so helpless, mainly with weightloss and related issues. So I guess in feeling like I've lost myself it is not all bad... at least I've found something. Im not sure how my standards got so low. Maybe they always have been and I just got lucky that Jordan was the first person to love me, because I would have accepted much less than the man that he was. Why have I never expected someone to love me? Even when someone did I couldnt accept it. I feel like this is something that's going to plague me my whole life. Its like.. because I dont think someone will love me, I'll accept anything that looks similar... or not similar actually. If you appreciate me, make me laugh, and desire me- that's enough. THAT'S ENOUGH?!!!? I dont require trust, I dont require respect, I dont require earnest feelings even..just pay attention to me, think Im great and want to touch me?! Its beyond pathetic. I know I am a great person, or at least I have the potential to be. And I know that if I was someone else, I would think that they deserved the most wonderful love in the world. But because its me, I feel undeserving. I feel like I shouldnt ask because I already know the answer. I feel like I'd rather live my life with dangerously low expectations and not be disappointed when they are barely met, then live with high ones and continually wonder why I thought I had the right to ask for so much. Look at me, Im not even close to perfect. I fall short in every possible way- even by worldly standards; not short enough, not thin enough, not pretty enough, I dont dress right, I dont talk right, I dont dance right, Im just all wrong. And by Godly standards... its all bad. But it hasnt always been that way... at least not to this extent. There was a point in time where I wasnt all bad. But EVEN THEN.. I still couldnt accept that I could be loved. Im gonna be 22 in a little over a month.. and this is my life. I love it sometimes.. I cant even lie. The simplicity of it all is somehow comforting. The way that it makes everything so lighthearted and fun. I dont have to be serious about anything. I can joke and laugh and spend time with people who dont care enough to take anything in life seriously even when they should. And I can have fun. And because no one is taking anything seriously and no one really cares about anything.. you dont get hurt or at least as much.. in theory. Because if you dont care, then if something goes south.. oh well. Moving right along. Im so afraid to care. I invest myself in people a lot. Even now, but I invest my time, energy, and deeds. Never my emotions. Sometimes, I feel myself starting to get attached to someone, beyond just that surface crush that makes you talk about them all the time, and immediately I pull back. Its like there is a big sign that reads "NOT SAFE" and I take 10 steps back to where it is safe again. Its kind of crazy how you can be with someone, give them everything you have, but never really give yourself to them emotionally. Hell, never even share your true emotions with them- besides lust, curiousity, and laughter. I feel like that kind of makes me a bad person... because even in knowing that the other person was trying to invest themselves in you.. to just continue to not return the same to them.. im pretty sure that makes me a jerk. Fortunately for the most part, the people who i've avoided investing my emotions in, shouldnt be getting my emotions anyways. But it makes me sad because I know that even if they did deserve that- even if I should- I wouldnt. I'd be too scared. Life has taught me not to trust men. There have been a few people where I started to let myself THINK of investing myself. I never got to the actual investment, but contemplating whether or not it would be worth it crossed my mind. And wouldnt you know, before I could even make a decision, something comes up. They just want to hook up, they are hooking up with someone else, they lose interest, they disappear... always something random.. always something stupid. Always reaffirming that its best to stay alone.. stay detached.. stay safe. Of course you arent really safe though.. when you block out everything else its just you and the devil more or less. Which, thats just.. awesome. Sometimes Im afraid to reach out to God because.. right now I have in my mind.. that if at any point I reach out to him. He'll save me. He'll either change my circumstances or change my perspective and things will look up. I'll learn to be loved and to love someone else and others. It wont be a nice tidy bow but it will clean up quite nicely. I need to believe that. I need for that to be true. I need to have that hope to hold on to. Which is why I never do, I never reach out for Him because Im afraid He wont be there.. or at least not like I need him to be. I know that's messed up but thats honestly how I feel. Like, if I find out THIS isnt real.. this one thing thats kept me sane and okay when everything else feels so messed up. If this comfort that even though I reject daily, I thrive on, turns out to not be what I'd expected either.. it would kill me. And Im too scared to try and find out. My life is ruled by fear apparently. Im really not depressed.. todays just not a good day. This week has just left me feeling like.. well a bad person. And just dissatisfied with life a bit. A lot of little disappointments this week and then.. I decided to write. I am a bad person though.. as much as I sit and complain about guys and how they are with me.. I sit, having one guy I have legit feelings for- for no reason, another who I date occasionally but that's all I want out of it, another who, despite being verbally abusive, wants to try to make things work and have a relationship again- but I just want his comfort till I graduate, and then another who wants me to grow up so he can marry me, and I just want his companionship. I guess I deserve every bad feeling I have.. because clearly I dont care about anyone elses. What happened to my life? |