I guess I’m doing alright. Left my other groups of crack head friends. But I’m still not happy. My therapist thinks I worry too much about others which is true. I’m so afraid I’m losing track of what’s important. I have a 4.0 but everything else in my life just seems crazy. What’s next though? What bad thing is going to happen and officially make it all blow up? I need a sign it will get better.
Yeah of course I miss you. No matter what horrible things happened I thought you were my person. I needed you and I thought you needed me but you made me feel and look so replaceable. I didn’t deserve that. I’ll never understand what I did to make me seem so replaceable. I hope you get it now. Like really get it. I took care of you and your child. I did everything I could for you. You’ll never see this though. When you stay with someone thinking you’re gonna get better and you get let down it messes with you. My heads a mess. I can’t stop wondering if it’s going to be ok or if the two of us will be ok apart. Time will tell.
She’s strong, but that one person she let her walls down around ruined her. She will take the “I do this because I care” as a caring aspect but it’s really him being manipulative. She thinks it’s him caring because she’s not used to the people caring before. So, when he finally cares she can’t tell the difference. But really the next guy caring can also be him being very manipulative and controlling. Which can be hard to realize, but at the same token you know they’ll realize eventually when it gets to the bad part. But once it reaches the bad parts it may be too late…
People have a way of projecting their feelings onto another person and making them suffer because of their own past. Where in reality they are the ones wrong that are toxic. They are the ones doing things but that make you feel like they are the ones doing everything wrong.
Gaslighting is a huge thing in today’s society. People making other people feel bad to make themselves feel better is a predominant thing in today’s society making it really hard for people to do what’s best for them. They will make you question your own morals.
The start of my love for him was almost instantaneous. But the love kept growing and growing. I didn’t know I could love a person that much. I just wanted him happy and to be ok. I wanted to be the one for him and I couldn’t. There were things and people that pushed us apart, but maybe I wasn’t for him. I don’t know though. All I do is wonder what it could have been. What if he got better? What if I got better? What if I made him better? I miss making him better and making him feel better. I miss you. I miss you making me laugh so hard I couldn’t even get a sound out. I miss laying on the floor and laughing at random things and then wondering what we were even laughing at to begin with. Then just feeding off of each other’s laughter because our smiles and laughs were contagious. I miss him chasing me around your apartment because I pulled out one of your headphones and you were trying to tickle me to get back at me. You hated that. I miss going shopping and coming “home” with new stuff and showing you everything. The best nights were the ones we knew we were going to be able to spend together and wake up to each other. Which were also shitty because I didn’t want you to leave me for work the next morning. I was madly and deeply in love with you. You could say I still am. The worst part is you were my absolute best friend. My literal person. I could tell you anything and you were the one person I could just chill in my underwear with all Saturday morning and make breakfast with like it was completely normal. Cause it was. We were our own kind of normal. But like people say “all good things must come to an end”. Sadly we were one of those good things. I would do anything for one last night. One last time to feel you and your love and have you hold me. One last night for you to tell me everything is gonna be ok and wake up to you the next day. It’s not realistic though. But of course I’ll always love you. I’ll always want you in some way shape or form. Maybe in our next life. But until then I’ll just have to wonder what we could have been. But I think I could have loved you forever.
With love, Isa
I lost another one who I thought was the one and now I can’t sleep, eat, keep food down, or really focus. I don’t know what to do and I know it isn’t my fault but at the same time I don’t. It’s only been three days and it feels like it’s been months. I don’t know what to do I’m at a low point and don’t know how to get back up.
Rebuilding yourself after being torn apart for 2 years by someone who you thought loved you can really destroy you. I’m slowly rebuilding myself but now I have people entering my life and my damage is pushing them away. It’s hard for me to accept love, compliments, or any nice gestures of any kind. I’m not used to it. It gives me anxiety. My mind is trying to rebuild the thought that someone can love me the right way.
What do you do when you make the one person who you want to be happy unhappy? Give up and move on? Or just keep making an ass out of yourself by making failed attempts at fixing it? I literally cannot get a grip on my own life right now. I feel like I’m just screwing everything up one thing after the other. I also feel like I am fighting for someone to care who will never care or doesn’t really want to. And what do you do in that situation? Living a life where you’re constantly fucking up is mentally and physically exhausting and the only way to get out of it is to either fully exhaust yourself til you basically have no motivation and die unhappy or you end it early yourself. Well we all know I’m too much of a scaredy-cat to cut it short so here I am dying someday of some natural cause, probably cancer or some brain diseases, unhappy cause I try to make everyone happy but myself. Why? Who the hell knows?
I literally mess up everything when it’s going good. Like when things finally change and are doing better I have to fuck it all up. I never know when to stop. The only person at fault for everything that has happened is me and now I heard the one thing I never wanted to and will probably never be able to forget it. That’s just how I am. But I will probably just try to push it out of my head and pretend nothing happened and put on a smile so no one knows what I’m really feeling. But that’s just me and my life everyday anyway.
Oh and the last post was made drunk. Are we shocked?
I’m depressed if anything I feel like a fucking door mat. People walk all over me and even people I think that love me. Don’t you hate when people shit on you for doing what makes you happy? Even if it’s caused me pain before what if it won’t hurt me anymore? All I want is to be happy and I can’t cause I’m stuck in this bullshit place where I can’t grow. I want to escape.
The fact that a person can love someone so much, no matter how poorly they’re treated by them is not only sad, but scary. And even when they know they’re treated the way they are they still don’t leave. I am that someone. I’m that someone who cannot stop loving a person who will never love me the way I want them to. No matter how much their family or their child loves me. They will never love me. And that is something I’m still trying to accept.
If some could comment ways to move on that would be greatly appreciated. Much love to those who are there for me who don’t even know who I am but still help out of the goodness of your beautiful hearts and minds. So many beautiful people posting amazing things on here that really do help me. I need help.
No I’m not sad for he relationship to end I’m sad about the effort ending. Like two people putting so much effort into a year for it to go to waste. Like why even try or waste time then? It’s because we waste our time with people who we find worthy enough of our time and normally we waste it on people who are unworthy. The people who use our time usually are those who need something from us. Yes, it’s is okay to help others or fill their needs, but it is not ok to forget your needs at the same time. At the end of the day your needs are going to be what the priority is. This is all because you know what you need for you. Your path is what is for you. If you sit and ask yourself “is this what I want?” And you cannot give an answer at that moment then you don’t want it and that is ok. Your own path and mental health are what’s most important!
Is it really ok when they stop texting you back at 5PM to find out a “friend” spent the night in your side of the bed? Is it really ok when they go hangout with the friends they have that don’t even like you and they stop replying at 9PM and don’t text you til 12PM the next day? Is it really okay when you spend days with you then turn into a completely different person then next day? Is it really ok when they sit there and make fun of you and rip your heart apart? Is it really ok when they give other girls attention and Mack on other girls when they’re out? Is it really ok when they lie about it? They tell you you’re making progress and things are getting better but what’s getting better? I’m getting better at not standing up for myself? I’m getting better at tolerating their shit? I’m getting better at doing everything they want while they do whatever they want as well? What about what I want? When’s it my turn to make some rules?
So. Moons ago. When I was 17 years old, the night before my 18th birthday I almost died. I should have. Cause ever since that day I have been nothing but a burden. I am so tired of living just to make others miserable. My whole life is falling apart. No one understands anymore no one gets me. Like I literally can’t even believe how my life has screwed me. I am pretty sure my parents want me to go to a psych ward cause I hurt myself once. Once. I won’t do it again. I just want to be happy. I can’t though unless I mask my pain with other shit.
So the last post I made I made crying in my bed drunk. Why? I don’t know. Ok that’s a lie. I don’t remember necessarily what happened to set me off but I completely snapped and publicly embarrassed myself because that person I have been posting about completely destroyed my heart. Which is no excuse to get completely trashed and make a scene, but I did. Then as the night went on I continued to do some stupid things because I can not control my emotions and have come to realize I probably have a chemical imbalance in my brain. Anyway, after 6 shots and 4 mixed drinks I blacked. And I don’t remember what I said to this person but I know it wasn’t nice. Is this really the point that this whole relationship has gotten me to? I’m depressed, I think terrible things, I don’t want to see people or go anywhere, and sometimes I wonder if I should be alone or not. I often find me asking myself if it’s really worth it to get out of bed and do this thing called “life” that everyone including myself was forced into. I just want to know I want answers. I know I’m not crazy.