A few years ago, I made myself a promise that I would become a more open person. That I’d learn to share my worries and emotions without fear, shame, or regret.
In the end, I turned into a clown who tries to make everyone around me laugh. I knew it would happen and made another promise to myself that I wouldn’t regret it. I kept that promise. The worst part is that no one takes you seriously anymore, and sometimes it becomes this awful devaluation of everything you do.
When I completely changed my circle of people, I felt free. I could feel and do everything in a new way. But in the second year, the shame toward the people close to me came back. In just one year they did more for me than the ones I spent ten years with. Maybe I’m exaggerating and taking it too emotionally, but the feeling of my heart beating still matters more to me.
I don’t use social media because I’m afraid the people close to me will see me there, and I haven’t figured out why it bothers me so much. I sit on Tumblr because none of my close people are here.
I don’t know how to miss people, I never learned to apologize properly, I can’t hold grudges and I forgive absolutely everyone for everything. I despise in myself the things I love in others. I don’t understand anything anymore, and I don’t really want to.
It’s a basic starter pack, I guess, but it still feels awful.