| Yes, I truly am a mess it seems.
It's funny, people when they see me and talk to me think I am such a nice social guy, with a bright future, but these are my darkest secrets. Being responsible for my failures in my life are biggest fears, that this relationship, being the utmost hardest thing I have ever been through has destroyed me and all I can think and take from it was - was this my fault?
Today, I tried, I bought a new MacBook Pro, I looked at cameras to buy, I really want to get into photography, edit photos, post on instagram, get into that shit, I then went out to a club with friends, I tried to talk to girls, and jeezish, it was like starting all over again. Additionally, I realized girls are basically sluts in our age, and it scares me she will just go fuck ten other guys just like the game tells me to do, GFTOW...
I was needy, maybe I made her fucking just hate me, because of how needy I am. This break up is literally destroying me, all I do everyday is read articles on abusive relationships, stockholm syndrom, I make sticky notes and re-read all the posts that touch me that you guys write, R.C, Marias, and Methodology's in particular, I read everyday. I tell myself, its not your fault, it is who she is, but the truth is at the beginning she was so witty and funny and loving and so caring. The things she would say to me melted my heart and over time, the way she controlled me, i thought it was okay to do back to her, and I lost sight of what is right and wrong to do, and I didn't stop. She hated me for it. 'What are you doing, who are you eating lunch with, whose that, bla bla bla' are questions I asked on the daily and she hated me for it. Why the fuck would she miss me. Obviously she doesnt want to fucking hear from me. All I see are the times I put up with her abuse, the slaps, the money I spent on her, the memories, the trips I made to see her, the gifts we shared, the valentines, the baths, the cuddles, the sex, the massages, and I think in my head, dont you fucking miss that. Im so fucking messed up because logically why the fuck wouldnt I want better.
Love - obviously is like a drug, the serotonin and all that shit work in the same way, I am obviously in withdrawal, and Im struggling, I feel bipolar, one minute I read my sticky notes and say fuck you, fuck her, you treated me like shit, then I am alone, with my thoughts, and I think god I miss you and us, I loved you, and I wanted our future even though you treated me like shit. And I wonder if I should call her, just to say hey, if she would like that, and then I re read all your posts again, and everyone says dont, so I dont. Deep down, I just hope she thinks about me, misses me, wants to come back. Maybe so for ONCE I have some control, even have the chance to be like no, you treated me like shit, so she could work for it, for once. I dont even know if I do want her back (obviously I want her to want me back), but the fact that someone can make me feel so unloved. I feel so.... unworthy. I gave everything for almost two years, and its this easy for her. The day it was over, literally, was the day she got over me. This, will eat me up for months, maybe a year. We all know it.
I am so depressed, it is beyond true.
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