refusing to allow myself to attach to any new people because the only people i’ve genuinely cared about have left me. started with a friend who was three years older than me and took care of me like an older brother would and was always there for me until i ended up annoying them and driving them away and that ended up fucking me up for an entire year. then i pushed everyone away for the next 5/6 months after i was finally over that and decided i’d at least try to care about somebody again and then it became my still current friend and another person. they and i were friends for awhile and i grew to see them like a younger sibling. it didn’t end to where it hurt me all too much because it was just a casual drift apart from each other but i still miss them sometimes. i think i use these as excuses for not wanting to care about people. maybe i just don’t want to? it’s bothersome and caring about them means you have to support them and i’m terrible at that and so i feel guilty and worthless and it just makes everything worse. i just end up putting them before myself and sacrifice any sort of happiness i could have if it meant they were happy. maybe it’s because i’m desperate for somebody to care about me? maybe i want to try and do whatever i can so that they don’t leave me and maybe they would decide to care about me. maybe it just feels nice to care about somebody and have a place to put affection. maybe it’s just nice to think that at least me caring about them as much as i would could make them feel slightly better one day. who the fuck knows why i do it? maybe it all of those reasons. i don’t know why i do and why i don’t. in my head i think i don’t because i’m scared they’ll leave me or because i think it’s too much work but it only feels half true. i end up leaning more towards it being too much work. does that make me a horrible person? i’m asking if i’m a horrible person but i already know that i am. maybe that’s why people like to distance themselves from me. maybe that’s why my current friend and the only person i still care about feels like they’re distancing themselves from me too. what am i doing wrong? is it because i care? the people i seem not to care about will stick around for a little while and usually drift away but pop in every now and then. though if i did care it’d probably be the same and i’d just be upset over it. maybe i really shouldn’t care about anybody anymore. i really want to care about the one friend though. i can’t just let go of them and i don’t want to. i just don’t want them to leave me. i’m selfish. why am i so selfish?
i’m so lonely. i have no friends irl. it’s pathetic. i was bullied and isolated in middle school and that almost made me kill myself so i turned to homeschooling and then dropped out because i still wanted to kill myself and thought i would do it didn’t matter what would happen to my future but now here i am. having to get my ged in a few months like a fucking failure and feel the shame that comes with it. i’m going to go to college to make it right but that’s a different topic. i have no friends and i’ve never really had any. i had one in elementary that would invite me to her house every now and then for a sleepover. those are probably the best times i can remember when being with another person my own age irl. we grew apart after i transferred to a different school for fifth grade because of my mom and then i couldn’t make friends there but instead annoyed two girls who hated me and made it known that they didn’t like me. moved to the middle school near my house and that old friend didn’t talk to me anymore since she had her own huge group of friends so i didn’t have anybody. got into a friend group but i was the odd one out. they all invited each other places and had sleepovers and group conversations together. such meaningless things but it still would’ve been nice to have made some memories like that… i wish i could go to the movies with a friend. just once. just once i’d like to go somewhere with somebody who wants to hangout with me. i guess it wouldn’t have affected me as much as it did if the girls in that group didn’t openly plan things in front of me and exclude me or lie to me. they all had iphones and i had an android at the time and they were texting in a group chat and i asked why i wasn’t in it and then they made up a bunch of excuses as to how you can’t make group chats with people who don’t have an iphone and that they tried but couldn’t. it’s not like any of them would text me outside of it anyways. PLUS I WAS IN ONE THEY HAD MADE BEFORE? they just made a new one without me. it’s petty to hold a grudge for something people did in middle school but still… none of them even see what they did wrong? i would say it was just a delusion in my head of me thinking i was part of their group but they had an instagram acc with a group name thingy and my name was included. just goes to prove that they didn’t like me and i was purposely left out from things. i just wanted to be included in things. i had a friend in my math class in 8th grade who i was kind of friends with but only during that class. i got her number and tried to talk to her after the school year ended but i was ignored. what was i doing wrong? what am i still doing wrong? i made more friends online than i ever did irl. makes me think it was because of my appearance. it’s true that people won’t be your friend if you’re ugly. why? who the fuck knows. i hate people. i cant trust anybody irl either. isn’t it pathetic how i complain about past issues and such trivial things such as loneliness and fear of abandonment? there are worse things that could be happening. i feel selfish for even coming on here sometimes.
also the one friend that i mentioned that i still care about said they aren’t going to be talking to me for awhile. isn’t that great? we were hardly talking anyways but just getting one message from them at least every few days was fine. now who knows how long it’ll be? maybe he’ll just leave permanently. it’d probably do him good. said that it wasn’t because of me that he isn’t going to be talking for awhile but because of him but i doubt that’s true. i’m always the one who ends up fucking up. i just want to know what i did. i both love and hate caring about somebody. side thought : i have other people to talk to besides them but it doesn’t feel the same as when i do get to talk to them. he’s like my brother. which is kind of a jinx since everyone i’ve thought of as a sibling has left me, so. yay. fun.
i ended up punching my desk a few times as hard as i could with my forearm because i both wanted to hurt myself and hurt something else. didn’t hurt. didn’t even help take any of the pain away. just got dust in my eyes. sucks. it makes me want to punch things until my knuckles are bloody and bruised when i’m upset over something that is likely my fault