RavenEye
Jul 8, 2012, 4:00 AM
Hi Guys,
So I'm really having a hard time right now and I'm going to try to make this as short as possible. To understand this fully I first must tell you the background story. For the most part I have had a terrible life. I've grown up with a narcotic obsessed and abusive father and a mother who if she hasn't passed out drunk she becomes a monster. Plus a neighbor that molested me for three years. Well my parents broke it off back in middle school so my dad decided he wanted to move back to the east coast where he was from. I never wanted to go, and this is where the true depression started. I miss those days when I was a child. Back when I could bring happiness out even at the darkest of times. Anyways, so from about seventh grade till the end of ninth grade I was just this depressed kid. I always sat outside the lunchroom reading books. I never talked to anyone. I tried committing suicide once and I was a cutter. Finally, towards the end of my ninth grade I decided to start being so lonely and start making friends. It was easy, I did spend almost three years watching other people. I know people. Everyone is predictable. But knowing who people are and understanding them is a curse. But back to the story, after I decided to make friends I made a vow to myself – that as long as I'm around no one would go through what I had to. That pain, the worst feeling in the world. This is when I believe I “split”. (As I am just realizing now) I became two people. The social butterfly that everyone loves and wants to be around. And the secluded loner, who was transformed. Because before I was just a kid in pain but after a while it transformed to emptiness. I could never truly feel any emotion. So by school/work day I was the social butterfly. I can put on any mask/personality and automatically draw people in. But at night, when I was alone I was a hollow mannequin. So from age thirteen till twenty (my current age) this was how I felt. Then HE happened. Let me explain, I decided at an early age (around fifteen I believe) that I would never date. I wanted to be alone for the rest of my life because I'm better off that way. Yes I went twenty years without a single date. Of courser I had casual sex sure, but it was all emotionless. Well anyways I finally decided that I would see if I could date. Of course I promised myself that I would never get attached. And to do so would mean hiding a lot of things. A relationship built on a lie, just like so many others. Anyways, I joined an online dating site, and I met this girl. We hit it off well but I never felt anything as usual and then my job got in the way. A couple months later, when I had more free time I tried it again. I thought it would be interesting to try a guy this time. He is a confused person. Well we tried to hit off and decided to have sex first. Well that didn't happen and he said he just wanted to be friends. I was totally fine with that because he was a really cool guy. Anyways as the months passed we became really close and were basically best friends. He saw/heard things about me that no one else knew. That other people would be scared to hear. But he accepted me for who I was one hundred percent, even if I didn't. We're totally different in every way possible. But somehow we managed to enjoy each other's company. But another reason why I became so close to him was that for the first time in seven years I was actually starting to feel again. That emptiness was being filled with genuine joy. But my insides were at war. Constantly clashing because it was all so new. But also because he was the one person in this entire world (and my entire life) that I was never able to understand. (An example: With most people before we even talk I go through scenarios in my head. What they're going to say and how I will respond. How people will react. I would say I'm right about 95% of the time because people are so predictable.) But I could never tell what he was going to do. Anyways as time passed, one night he finally said “I think I want to take our relationship to the next level.” I actually freaked out. But eventually said yes after he said we would take it slow. (Oh by the way, he has always dated girls – but never went slow with them). Anyways throughout the “relationship” he was always so off and on. Well eventually I decided that I just had to break. Not for me, but for him. I hated seeing him like he was. You could clearly see on his face how much he was at war with himself. And I hated that I was doing such a thing to him. Making him suffer about his identity because of my selfishness! I'm still disgusted by myself. So I had to figure out a way to break it. Luck came when I met this girl who was clearly his type. We went to a party with her and her friend. We got drunk and just as I had predicted he was all over her. But yet seeing him with her (even knowing I did it) hurt so much. But I kept on that mask. The next day I did what I knew would drive him away from me, romantically, forever. I played the ultimatum and freak out card. Honestly, as well as he knows me I can't believe he fell for such a thing. He knows I always keep my composure and never freak out. But yet I was still hurt. It was my doing and I had prepared for such a thing but it didn't matter. My heart was broken for the first time romantically. Anyways I couldn't even stay in the same place anymore. Everywhere I looked it reminded me of him and of the pain. So I decided to move into my parents house on the east coast for the summer. Unfortunately, this was a terrible idea and only added more stress to me. So the first week I laid in bed and in pain. But this pain was different from anything else I had experienced. Almost worse. The worst was the night I was listening to my iPod and My Heart is Broken by Evanescence came on. The first time I ever heard. The lyrics were perfect and I just laid there crying and eventually it got so bad that I literally couldn't breathe. That was new for me. As the days went on I did cut myself. I also had suicidal thoughts. I just wanted the pain to stop. I wanted to feel empty again. However, what I got was something else entirely. Instead of emptiness I became stone. It literally felt like someone had just filled me up with concrete. A couple weeks later and I still feel this way. Like a walking statue. I can't feel anything and I just don't care about anything. I never thought that I would actually miss the pain. Because this new statue personality I have just doesn't “feel” right. But I can't control it. The only time a felt a spark of emotion was when he deleted me off FB and said he can't be my friend anymore (which we promised we would always be). That was when I felt like my statue form just sank to the bottom of the sea. I just didn't have any will to live. And if my mother wasn't in the kitchen at 1AM, I would probably not be here typing. Like I said I know people, I know this is not normal human behavior. Have any of you experienced this? How did you deal with it? (Please don't say counselor) Am I doomed to live as a stone forever? I just want to be empty again. I don't regret falling in love (if that's what it was) because it proved what I had suspected; the rush isn't worth the price you pay.
So I'm really having a hard time right now and I'm going to try to make this as short as possible. To understand this fully I first must tell you the background story. For the most part I have had a terrible life. I've grown up with a narcotic obsessed and abusive father and a mother who if she hasn't passed out drunk she becomes a monster. Plus a neighbor that molested me for three years. Well my parents broke it off back in middle school so my dad decided he wanted to move back to the east coast where he was from. I never wanted to go, and this is where the true depression started. I miss those days when I was a child. Back when I could bring happiness out even at the darkest of times. Anyways, so from about seventh grade till the end of ninth grade I was just this depressed kid. I always sat outside the lunchroom reading books. I never talked to anyone. I tried committing suicide once and I was a cutter. Finally, towards the end of my ninth grade I decided to start being so lonely and start making friends. It was easy, I did spend almost three years watching other people. I know people. Everyone is predictable. But knowing who people are and understanding them is a curse. But back to the story, after I decided to make friends I made a vow to myself – that as long as I'm around no one would go through what I had to. That pain, the worst feeling in the world. This is when I believe I “split”. (As I am just realizing now) I became two people. The social butterfly that everyone loves and wants to be around. And the secluded loner, who was transformed. Because before I was just a kid in pain but after a while it transformed to emptiness. I could never truly feel any emotion. So by school/work day I was the social butterfly. I can put on any mask/personality and automatically draw people in. But at night, when I was alone I was a hollow mannequin. So from age thirteen till twenty (my current age) this was how I felt. Then HE happened. Let me explain, I decided at an early age (around fifteen I believe) that I would never date. I wanted to be alone for the rest of my life because I'm better off that way. Yes I went twenty years without a single date. Of courser I had casual sex sure, but it was all emotionless. Well anyways I finally decided that I would see if I could date. Of course I promised myself that I would never get attached. And to do so would mean hiding a lot of things. A relationship built on a lie, just like so many others. Anyways, I joined an online dating site, and I met this girl. We hit it off well but I never felt anything as usual and then my job got in the way. A couple months later, when I had more free time I tried it again. I thought it would be interesting to try a guy this time. He is a confused person. Well we tried to hit off and decided to have sex first. Well that didn't happen and he said he just wanted to be friends. I was totally fine with that because he was a really cool guy. Anyways as the months passed we became really close and were basically best friends. He saw/heard things about me that no one else knew. That other people would be scared to hear. But he accepted me for who I was one hundred percent, even if I didn't. We're totally different in every way possible. But somehow we managed to enjoy each other's company. But another reason why I became so close to him was that for the first time in seven years I was actually starting to feel again. That emptiness was being filled with genuine joy. But my insides were at war. Constantly clashing because it was all so new. But also because he was the one person in this entire world (and my entire life) that I was never able to understand. (An example: With most people before we even talk I go through scenarios in my head. What they're going to say and how I will respond. How people will react. I would say I'm right about 95% of the time because people are so predictable.) But I could never tell what he was going to do. Anyways as time passed, one night he finally said “I think I want to take our relationship to the next level.” I actually freaked out. But eventually said yes after he said we would take it slow. (Oh by the way, he has always dated girls – but never went slow with them). Anyways throughout the “relationship” he was always so off and on. Well eventually I decided that I just had to break. Not for me, but for him. I hated seeing him like he was. You could clearly see on his face how much he was at war with himself. And I hated that I was doing such a thing to him. Making him suffer about his identity because of my selfishness! I'm still disgusted by myself. So I had to figure out a way to break it. Luck came when I met this girl who was clearly his type. We went to a party with her and her friend. We got drunk and just as I had predicted he was all over her. But yet seeing him with her (even knowing I did it) hurt so much. But I kept on that mask. The next day I did what I knew would drive him away from me, romantically, forever. I played the ultimatum and freak out card. Honestly, as well as he knows me I can't believe he fell for such a thing. He knows I always keep my composure and never freak out. But yet I was still hurt. It was my doing and I had prepared for such a thing but it didn't matter. My heart was broken for the first time romantically. Anyways I couldn't even stay in the same place anymore. Everywhere I looked it reminded me of him and of the pain. So I decided to move into my parents house on the east coast for the summer. Unfortunately, this was a terrible idea and only added more stress to me. So the first week I laid in bed and in pain. But this pain was different from anything else I had experienced. Almost worse. The worst was the night I was listening to my iPod and My Heart is Broken by Evanescence came on. The first time I ever heard. The lyrics were perfect and I just laid there crying and eventually it got so bad that I literally couldn't breathe. That was new for me. As the days went on I did cut myself. I also had suicidal thoughts. I just wanted the pain to stop. I wanted to feel empty again. However, what I got was something else entirely. Instead of emptiness I became stone. It literally felt like someone had just filled me up with concrete. A couple weeks later and I still feel this way. Like a walking statue. I can't feel anything and I just don't care about anything. I never thought that I would actually miss the pain. Because this new statue personality I have just doesn't “feel” right. But I can't control it. The only time a felt a spark of emotion was when he deleted me off FB and said he can't be my friend anymore (which we promised we would always be). That was when I felt like my statue form just sank to the bottom of the sea. I just didn't have any will to live. And if my mother wasn't in the kitchen at 1AM, I would probably not be here typing. Like I said I know people, I know this is not normal human behavior. Have any of you experienced this? How did you deal with it? (Please don't say counselor) Am I doomed to live as a stone forever? I just want to be empty again. I don't regret falling in love (if that's what it was) because it proved what I had suspected; the rush isn't worth the price you pay.