I don't really like doing these kind of things...I feel like anytime I mention anything negative in my own life other people will perceive it as me looking for sympathy or empathy. Truth is, I really don't even know what I'm looking for when I share the negativity in my life. I guess I'm trying to get it out of my head and into the open so it can drift away. I certainly don't want to put it into somebodies head, I'd rather it stay inside me than pass it on to somebody else, ya know?
I was doing great the past month, had no issues with anxiety or sadness, felt pretty good. Last week was one year since my mother passed away, and I still felt okay. But last night I got a text from a girl I'm sorta friends with. Well, we are friends...but I wanted more, came off way too fast and just ruined the whole thing. I hadn't heard from her in months, and she just randomly texts me. Not even to say hello, but to ask me why she can't ever find somebody who likes her that she likes back. I responded with how she is a beautiful person and not to worry about that kind of stuff, I went on about how she can't control those things from happening. I don't even know why I said that...I do think she is a beautiful person, but all my response did was make me feel worse about myself, my life...everything really.
All it did was remind of when I was taking LSD way too often, and I kept seeing her and tripping with her, and all that happened was I fell in love with this beautiful creature, and was crushed when I ruined it for myself by telling her I really liked her. She didn't feel that way for me, I understand why...but I wish she did. I convinced myself she was the idea of perfect. I thought of perfection, and she was it. And I slowly had to destroy that idea to get myself to stop hurting. I had to find flaws, or make them up in my head just to make myself feel better about her not having feelings for me.
It just reminded me of how alone I really am. All I have is my Father. I lost my Mother last year, I have no real family. I've kinda learned to block those emotions to prevent myself from hurting myself in thought. I don't want to be sitting around thinking about how I have no one to myself, or how no girl I know is attracted to me, so I just cut off those emotions. I have to, it's like a way of survival.
Since then, I've been crying, which is unusual for me nowadays, and I've just felt like shit really...sulking, feeling sorry for myself. I hate this kind of behaviour, and knowing I'm acting out in this way makes me feel worse because it makes me feel weak. I just want to get fucked up, really. I've been doing amazing since I stopped taking Oxycodone last year, only doing it a handful of times since, but all I want is to get fucked up and numb the pain like I use to do. I know that realm is hopeless, it leads nowhere good but I want to be there, addicted again and being numb to emotion. I'm tired of constantly chasing this perfect feeling, sober or not. I want things to be beautiful, and amazing for everyone, not just me. But that reality is a dream, it'll never happen. I wish my imagination and emotions didn't exceed my realities possibilities. I feel like what I dream of in my head is not even possible, such as perfection. We all dream of things, "The perfect situation", we play them in our heads over and over. I'm just tired of playing them in my head, I'd like to play them in reality for once.
I hate posting these things. I don't even know why I'm writing...I don't even expect responses, or for responses to even help. I don't know anymore.
I hope everyone is feeling good today, doing well, etc. I have no family, the world is my family and I want nothing but good things for you all.