It’s been over a year since I’ve posted a topic here. But I felt like now would be the time to come back, and maybe seek some closure.
I’m tired. I’m tired of the way that I’m feeling, I’m tired of waking up anymore wishing I didn’t and I’m tired of letting people down. I reached out to some old friends as of recent, and to no surprise they either didn’t respond, or they just kinda pushed me aside and said I burned that bridge, which I mean I guess they aren’t wrong.
And I guess it doesn’t matter, but I recently made a post under another name, but I’ll just copy and paste it here.
For anonymity sake, we are going to call the guy J. J and I have been talking for almost 3 months now, and when we first started talking things were great. We played games together, we hung out, and life was good. We opened up to each other, and we had been through some similar things, and we in some sense no matter how bad it sounds, we connected in our pain together.
About two weeks ago, I was talking about my current relationship and some things that had been going down. He told me that he felt like I was in an emotionally abusive relationship, and after reaching out to a hotline, they confirmed it was. But I was scared, I didn’t want to walk away, I didn’t know how to walk away. So instead when I got back from vacation, I went back to him.
Then, he hurt me. He pushed me down and I broke my collar bone. And I was so fucking afraid, I was scared. I didn’t know how to tell J. Because I knew he would just tell me I told you so, but surprisingly he didn’t. He was there for me. But here’s the issue, we could talk about it for a day, maybe two, but then when I would bring shit up, he would get pissed off and tell me to move on, it’s not worth crying over. But I didn’t get over it that quick.
Three days past from the incident… and well he stopped responding to my messages. It was my birthday, and he didn’t tell me happy birthday. And so after 3 days of reaching out, I broke. I told him I was like if you don’t want to talk to me, just tell me. In which he told me “I can’t talk to you until you’re better.” He said that he ghosted me because he was going to say some shit that would destroy me.
So now I sit here thinking, did he ever care? What did I do to deserve this? And how do I move on? Every time I’m hurting, or something exciting happens, I want to reach out to him. But I can’t. I mean we are still friends on snap chat, and I still see his story, but he’s moved on, and left me back.
So to be honest, suicide just seems the way out. Because if I’m not alive, I can’t be hurt, and then I can’t hurt anyone. All I’ve done all my life is hurt people, and get hurt. So I’m over it.