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'sympathy for the martyr' [straylight run] |
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i'm not sure exactly what's going on with me, or why it is that i feel the way that i feel. i don't think i've ever felt this way before. it's like being simultaneously confident and insecure, no more mood swings -- i am simultaneously ecstatic and depressed. i can't help it; i'm completely confused. lately i have been simultaneously lonely and distant; i slept over richard's - called him to pick me up two nights in a row because i didn't want to be all alone; then i wouldn't cuddle with him. i didn't want to kiss him. i didn't want him near me, to be honest. i wish i could explain it. i wish i could go back to therapy. i'm not enrolled in school, so i don't have the school health insurance anymore. it's annoying because i need it so badly right now. i have lexapro, but i'm so confused because i'm not really feeling depressed. i wonder if it would help? it had been prescribed and then i ended up going with a different medication, so i've never used this one. but i can give it a shot, i suppose. and then i wonder - do i even need medication? i'm completely fine. i'm functioning normally; i can still fund-raise, and i've been pledging well. i have been doing just fine - sometimes exceptionally - with interacting with people, in general at least. i am so needy and afraid though. but i have at the very same time been feeling like a loner, strong and confident. i want a boyfriend to hold me and to take care of me, someone to spend time with and to talk to -- but at the exact same time i just want to be left COMPLETELY ALONE. and i've had a growing interest in women, too. none of this makes any sense. i know it. i feel so unsure of myself... some of the time, lately.
godfuckingdamnit.. this is all bullshit. i just want a friend. i just don't want to be alone. i just want to have detached sex. i want passionate kisses. i don't want anyone around. i just want to relax. i want to get things done. i want to go back to school. i just want to lie under my covers. i just want to watch tv. i want to cut myself. i just want to feel something. i just want to be happy. i want to drink. i want to party. i want to travel. i just want to get away. i just want to stay home.. just a day at home.
itdoesntmakeanysensebecauseimfeelingallthisatonce. i told richard that i wish i could feel something - for him, for anyone. but i don't. i told him i just want to get my heart broken, and he said, "pain isn't the only thing there is to feel." i thought about it and i'm wondering now -- is that true? did i think that? am i truly happy? am i too afraid to ever allow myself to be truly happy? i hurt today. i don't know why. i was so insecure when i saw joe on bruin walk; it was weird. we hooked up a couple of weeks ago at a frat party and went on a couple of dates. he was really sweet, really cheap but really sweet. the last time i saw him (last thursday) i was drunk and high and we had sex. afterwards he walked me home in the morning and kissed me like i'd never been kissed before. it was sort of beautiful. but then i blew him off on friday night when he wanted to hang out. i wanted to see him, too, but i'm an idiot. christian asked me if he could come over and i said yes because i felt bad, felt guilty for being over him, for never really being that into him. so i let christian come over and he was here while joe and i were texting back and forth. then i led joe to believe that i fell asleep. the truth was that i wanted to see him and i was stuck with christian. i made out with christian that night, but i didn't have sex with him. how could i? i didn't feel anything. i was drunk at the time; i just did what i wanted to do. what i wanted to do was tell him that i was just going to sleep. what i really really wanted to do was to go downstairs and meet joe and kiss him some more. i'm scared that joe doesn't like me anymore. i'm scared that it's my fault. we were supposed to eat together today, but i don't know whether he blew me off because he was getting back at me -- because he didn't care -- because it really was a misunderstanding like he said it was (he thought i meant friday because i originally said friday but then ran into him on bruinwalk and changed the plans for today)... the thing is, why do i care so much? last week when we went to lunch we talked for hours. he even missed class. he's really funny, really smart, really sweet. really cheap, but i can deal with that - it doesn't matter SO MUCH i suppose. we have some stuff in common - he's a philosophy major. i just really enjoyed his company, and now i'm afraid that i ruined everything -- and i don't know why i'm so afraid; it's not like there was much going on between us. there a hundred different men in my life, and i feel like a dirty whore.. because at the end of the day i don't really know what i want, i want it all.
yOU JUSt can't RELAx anD YOU can't reLY on anyONE for ANYthing, so you MAKe your COMplaints & - oh - EVERYone's leT you dOWN. you JUST can't ever wiN. convinCed there's A war oN -- it's always everybody versUS you, conVINCEd that your critics are WATCHing -- And you've alWAYs got somethin' -- you've always got somethin' TO PROVE.
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