It feels like a loop a neverending loop and it keeps going and going and going and I’m tired I want it all to stop
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It feels like a loop a neverending loop and it keeps going and going and going and I’m tired I want it all to stop
sorry
I want to say this sorry includes saying sorry to you, but I don’t want to appear again only to disappear. I guess what I’m sorry for is for not having my life and myself sorted.
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But this sorry was more in general, of everything, and sorry how it’s reached yet another point I just don’t want anyone in smolgrass to read about this. I give off too much negative energy there and I don’t want people to tag that to me. I don’t want people to feel negative because of it, I don’t want people to feel like I’m always negative. I don’t want to steal the attention away from people who actually need help. I can deal with my own issues. I’ll get over it. I’ll deal with them. I did this to myself.
I want to be able to tell lach everything but I also don’t want him to worry or to think I’ll never get better or that I don’t want to get better or that I’m not helping myself or that I’m too tough or that things are too complicated to handle I don’t want to give him a reason to leave me and I know he’s said to not let these things stop me from sharing with him but it’s always a constant battle within my brain itself.
I know he wants me to share. I know he’s said he doesn’t mind. But everyone doesn’t mind until they do.
Just feels a bit trapped cuz now there’s no one I can talk to, there’s no outlet I can go to without feeling like I’m placing a burden on someone, or fear that they’re going to leave me.
I guess therapy is good. It’ll be better if I actually spoke. Things are getting bad. I thought I could snap out of this shit but I’m still not happy. I’m not happy anywhere. I want to be.
and only because
Well once again need somewhere to type but don’t wanna post in smolgrass cuz I don’t wanna seem like an idiot ingrate
But I wonder too often if anyone else feels like sometimes they try to convince themselves that they’re happy, but only because they know they’re supposed to be?
Like last week when we were doing the great ocean road drive yeah sure things were pretty and all but I didn’t feel..at peace? I wasn’t very wowed. I mostly felt like I had to be wowed, I had to be amazed. And it felt real off. I wasn’t having a shit time, I enjoyed myself pretty much and I appreciated the time spent together and the stupid memories and all that. But I also felt like if I didn’t go on the trip I wouldn’t have felt any different. And that makes me sad.
I don’t know. I know people enjoy their birthdays and all but today I just mostly want to be alone as much as I can. I don’t want anyone going out of their way just cuz today is supposed to be a special day. It’s just any other day there’s not a difference, and if I don’t get wishes from you, don’t apologise, we’re still friends regardless. It can’t be based off just one moment. I don’t know. But it’s ok at least I’m not sad or bad!
back again with another personal piece too personal for smolgrass but I don’t know I just need somewhere to ramble on I don’t need a response or for anyone to read it I just want to say it I just want to say that I think I’m genuinely happy I know I’m genuinely happy. I’m pretty sure I am. Things are different from when times were bad and I know it it feels different. It’s just not the same and I know it I know it I know it I know it I feared going to another country because I thought it would make it harder for people to reach me harder to stop me and that might be an issue that I would be accountable to no one and I had the option of just leaving because they won’t get to me in time and somehow as scared as I was it also comes with comfort but I know I’m happy I know I am I have no reason to not be I have been very blessed I have a shit ton of privileges but I just want you to be here with me I just want you to hug me I want you to be accountable for me I want you to come back I want you to talk to me to tell me you are okay and then maybe I will be okay I don’t want to keep thinking there’s something wrong with me because it’s been over a decade and I’m still not over it and I know I will never be but I don’t want to be like this forever I want it to stop I need it to stop I don’t want to feel this way anymore I really don’t please I’m so tired I just want to sleep when I’m asleep I don’t have to think of this but when I how could I not you’re always on my mind and I want to keep you in my mind what if I stop one day and I can’t remember your voice or your laugh or your warmth or your eyes or the way you called out to me the way you protected me the way you loved me. What if it all stopped. Would I also stop
It's been awhile.
I don't know when the last time was that I've typed something out on tumblr. I didn't see a reason to, everything I wanted to say could be said on smolgrass. But I guess this time it's different. There's a certain calamity in knowing that no one who cares about you will probably ever see this, so this won't be enough to worry them.
It's been awhile.. since I've felt this low. And this time for all different reasons. But you are mainly one of them. Ironically, there's a likelihood of you reading this, because I've blocked you everywhere but here and only now have I realised that this is the only direct connection left.
You just upped and left, and although it's been a long time I've wanted to do that to you just so you'd know how it feels, I could've never brought myself to do it. It's cruel. And it's everything you seem to stand against. You're exactly why I too wanted to stop talking to. You're a massive hypocrite and the fake got too real. I could go on and on about why things didn't work out between us, but there's no point.
You didn't give me the littlest bit of respect I was due. I feel like I deserved it. I can't say I'm surprised though.
You're not a great person. But neither am I. And that's my point, too many of us are all alike, so what makes you think you're that much more special to be able to have such entitlement?
Im not going to deny it. It's been quite a long week of suppressing what might send me spiralling back down. In the same way I'm afraid that when I go to melbs alone, all this would surface. And there'd be no one to stop it.
I'll be okay. If it's not today, then some day.
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