You know the feeling, the signs. People are drifting away, everyone can tell it's happening, but... you just can't build up any energy to make a difference, even if you do care.
More and more I wonder about why I get online, besides for a small handful of people. There is others I miss talking to, that I know might miss talking to me, but I keep being too depressed to bother them. I'm too depressed to RP, I'm too depressed to try to talk. For better or worse I feel like I'm the one who tries, the one who has to reach out. And I don't have the energy anymore.
On one hand that sounds so wrong, on the other, I've stopped reaching, and as a result I rarely talk to anyone besides for one or two people. I try to downplay it, I try to build back up that energy since I've seen the posts, but still I don't reach out. I love my muses, but it feels like I can never interact with anyone besides for one or two people. Everyone else it's a fight, a trial, I'm not on when they are or mostly I offer, offer, and I'm lucky to start a log, much less finish one.
And I feel silly, it's
RP. But this one thing I want to have control of, I don't. I have the two or three I leech on to, and the maybe few others I chatter with.
How are you? I'm breathing. I don't lie, but... but what? I'm depressed more often then not, these past two months, even more then before. And while it's just RP, I don't have RL friends, online friends are all I have. I maybe had real friends but we've fallen apart and all I have to reach at is people I feel horrible for being a burden too, for forcing to deal with my drama.
But I also want to reach out more, want to say HERE, LOOK AT ME. But I almost never point at this thing, would feel too needy if I did. All I have are these posts, this venting, this screaming for attention. But if no one knows about it, what does it matter? I can talk, and rant, and scream, and it's as good as if it never happened.
And my father is my father, and one of these days this house will kill to me. I try to reach out to my mother and she ignores me, I feel like Ari, I feel like I'm talking to air. I feel like they're making me into a doll, just agree, he's always right, never cry, never speak up. Yet he wonders why I don't talk to him anymore....
I feel no passion, all this talk of finding your bliss, and I don't know what mine is, if I'll ever know it. I don't know how to cry anymore, I have to hold back too much. Last week was a godsend, reminded me of what life should be like. I spent too much money and laughed and things weren't perfect but god, it was life. It was people I only know so well but I want to go back to there, back to sharing a house with someone where I can
breath and not worry about screaming, about it being shoved in my face how I can't do a goddamn thing right and I do nothing, how I don't try. But if trying makes things worse, if talking just hurts more, then why try?
Wouldn't it be better to just be a doll, so I wouldn't care? Then none of this would hurt me, I wouldn't care how I'm friendless besides for three people. Oh, I talk to more people, but people I would honestly count as friends?
I would dream of better days, but there never was any. Just they weren't as bad as this.