I'm tired
Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 8:12 pm
I'm tired, not tired like I haven't been sleeping well but tired like my battery is low. Tired like a car that's running on fumes.
This isn't the first time I've felt like this, I'm 22 (almost 23) and I've battled these feelings on and off since I was 8 or so. Recently I lost someone close to me and it's all starting again. She wasn't my girlfriend but she was more than just a friend at the same time. We started talking back in september of 2011 after meeting through a game we both played online.
She was amazing, we talked about everything and would talk for hours and hours each day. I never had that with anyone before and no one and nothing ever made me as happy as talking with her, being with her did. Before her I was content with my numbed stat, I had a rough patch a few years prior that took me a while to get over and at the end I had numbed myself. I convinced myself I was fine alone, not having anyone because I didn't need anyone and she broke that wall so completely not even dust remained.
I fell for her, I fell hard and for a time she loved me too. Things weren't perfect though we had rough spots here and there. She lives in the UK and I in the US, and now and then she would get depressed and say things that would worry me. See she has paranoid schizophrenia and bipolar disorder so now and then she wouldn't be herself though it wasn't often. On top of this she was dating someone which made things tense at times since I knew I didn't stand much chance. After all, I couldn't really compete with someone who could actually be there for her but I tried regardless.
With time she began to change, she wouldn't get depressed like she used to and she stopped self-harming as much and eventually all together, and she stopped drinking. During the course of this she told me I helped her to do it. In our time together she would trust me with things she hadn't tell anyone else and this trust and closeness led to an escalation in our relationship and we began sexting. One day while joking around I playfully said “well maybe one day I won’t be here” but she replied “you can’t, you’re my chillrock.” When I asked what she meant she explained that this was the name she came up with for me partly because I was always so calm and collected partly because she could count on me to be there. Hearing that made my week, literally, it blew me away.
Recently it ended, we had spats where I would find out she had lied to me and it started to eat at the once infinite trust I had in her. At first it was little things but after we stopped speaking at the beginning of last month I found her and her fiancé were still together. The thing was she told me that they had broken up back in august (during a time of 2 or so weeks when we weren't speaking) this incident led her to become depressed. I felt horrible, firstly because I had regretted breaking things off then, secondly because I missed her but was too proud at the time to try and work things out and third because I felt guilty for not being there when she needed me.
Now that it’s over I find myself wondering what was real, what was true and what was lies, did she really care or was it all just a game. The worst part is I've been here before I keep looking for someone that won’t do this to me and I keep finding more people just like her, like them, and I’m so sick of it. It makes my blood boil and my heart heavy, is what I want so absurd and unheard of? How can you expect honesty when you can’t be honest yourself? Why do you expect me to listen and care when you can’t be bothered to do the same for me?
I’m tired. I wake up and I feel nothing, not one thing, and as the day goes on I go up and down. I’ll be depressed for a bit then level out to numb again before sliding into anger and silent rage until I become numb or depressed again. I try not to laugh because when I stop I become depressed but the thing I hate the most is when people ask how I’m doing because I can’t tell them how I am really doing. What can they do about it? Nothing, and in some cases it would only make them feel worse and I don’t want that. Every day I’m here reinforces my belief that I don’t belong here, every couple I see when I’m out fills me with hate and sadness for what I don’t have. I wish I could go back, knowing what I know now, I’d do certain things differently just to see how it would turn out.
Anyway, this went longer than I wanted/expected but I do feel slightly better now, even if it only lasts a short while.
Later.
This isn't the first time I've felt like this, I'm 22 (almost 23) and I've battled these feelings on and off since I was 8 or so. Recently I lost someone close to me and it's all starting again. She wasn't my girlfriend but she was more than just a friend at the same time. We started talking back in september of 2011 after meeting through a game we both played online.
She was amazing, we talked about everything and would talk for hours and hours each day. I never had that with anyone before and no one and nothing ever made me as happy as talking with her, being with her did. Before her I was content with my numbed stat, I had a rough patch a few years prior that took me a while to get over and at the end I had numbed myself. I convinced myself I was fine alone, not having anyone because I didn't need anyone and she broke that wall so completely not even dust remained.
I fell for her, I fell hard and for a time she loved me too. Things weren't perfect though we had rough spots here and there. She lives in the UK and I in the US, and now and then she would get depressed and say things that would worry me. See she has paranoid schizophrenia and bipolar disorder so now and then she wouldn't be herself though it wasn't often. On top of this she was dating someone which made things tense at times since I knew I didn't stand much chance. After all, I couldn't really compete with someone who could actually be there for her but I tried regardless.
With time she began to change, she wouldn't get depressed like she used to and she stopped self-harming as much and eventually all together, and she stopped drinking. During the course of this she told me I helped her to do it. In our time together she would trust me with things she hadn't tell anyone else and this trust and closeness led to an escalation in our relationship and we began sexting. One day while joking around I playfully said “well maybe one day I won’t be here” but she replied “you can’t, you’re my chillrock.” When I asked what she meant she explained that this was the name she came up with for me partly because I was always so calm and collected partly because she could count on me to be there. Hearing that made my week, literally, it blew me away.
Recently it ended, we had spats where I would find out she had lied to me and it started to eat at the once infinite trust I had in her. At first it was little things but after we stopped speaking at the beginning of last month I found her and her fiancé were still together. The thing was she told me that they had broken up back in august (during a time of 2 or so weeks when we weren't speaking) this incident led her to become depressed. I felt horrible, firstly because I had regretted breaking things off then, secondly because I missed her but was too proud at the time to try and work things out and third because I felt guilty for not being there when she needed me.
Now that it’s over I find myself wondering what was real, what was true and what was lies, did she really care or was it all just a game. The worst part is I've been here before I keep looking for someone that won’t do this to me and I keep finding more people just like her, like them, and I’m so sick of it. It makes my blood boil and my heart heavy, is what I want so absurd and unheard of? How can you expect honesty when you can’t be honest yourself? Why do you expect me to listen and care when you can’t be bothered to do the same for me?
I’m tired. I wake up and I feel nothing, not one thing, and as the day goes on I go up and down. I’ll be depressed for a bit then level out to numb again before sliding into anger and silent rage until I become numb or depressed again. I try not to laugh because when I stop I become depressed but the thing I hate the most is when people ask how I’m doing because I can’t tell them how I am really doing. What can they do about it? Nothing, and in some cases it would only make them feel worse and I don’t want that. Every day I’m here reinforces my belief that I don’t belong here, every couple I see when I’m out fills me with hate and sadness for what I don’t have. I wish I could go back, knowing what I know now, I’d do certain things differently just to see how it would turn out.
Anyway, this went longer than I wanted/expected but I do feel slightly better now, even if it only lasts a short while.
Later.