A recurring pattern, always alone
It always ends like this.
I cultivate and invest in one of those âbest friendâ-type bonds and it just... falls apart.
It always ends like this.
I let someone in, thinking this time will be different. We hit it off. Things look super up. And then they just... go. And I am alone.
It always ends like this.
Robert always warned me against letting anyone in. That I should keep everyone at armâs length, always. Even family. I wanted to think he was wrong, that he was just being overly pessimistic like usual. Except he wasnât.
It always ends like this.
Iâm so dumb. Why am I crying over losing a leveling partner? Itâs just an MMO. But it still hurts. I just helped them deal with a breakup, of the ending of their first relationship, and I was getting myself hyped up for leveling my crafters so I could make âem a full level 70 tank set because we were going to get her to Dark Knight level 70 for her birthday next month, and possibly even getting her transferred into my Free Company and then I wake up from a nap to them telling me theyâre unsubbing and selling their monitor.
I just... I canât...
All of my motivation to do anything is gone now. I know sheâs doing this to save up money so she can get her own place next year. That this is all just super bad timing... but that doesnât make it less painful.
As a disabled person, itâs even harder to make friends. I already have the whole âbeing fatâ thing going against me, so of course Iâm more dependent on the bonds I form online. I get jealous of those who have those super-tight, best friend experiences, and I canât even maintain those for longer than a couple months, I canât even convert my own brother into one since he keeps everyone, even me, at armâs length.
Iâm always, always alone. I hate this. I was just thinking about this yesterday, that I wonder if Iâm an introvert because I had been burned so many times that I just told myself I should be alone because itâs less painful that way. Itâs certainly why I shut off any desire for romantic relationships, and perhaps it just bled over to even friendships too. I donât want to be alone, but itâs how everything seems to end for me, and I forced myself into being okay with it.
Motherâs still here, doing laundry. I have to stop crying before she notices or sheâll start that finger-waggling again. She always does that. She tricks you into thinking sheâs sympathetic towards your pain, but does a nasty bait-and-switch into victim blame mode, making you feel like you did something bad and you deserved what you got. She even did this when I had hernia surgery. This is why I had to hide all my failed relationships from her, because sheâd just rub them in my face like everything else.
I am truly alone.















