Originally Posted by
give2me1lemons
I think that all I want is just one person to care and listen and be there for me. I feel like I'm there for my friends, with advice or even tough love (when my friend was getting drunk and going off with random guys and almost raped). It's just like, all my friends can say is "I'm sorry" or "cheer up" or "I wish I could help you". I know it's not their job to give me the support or advice I need, but I usually end up apologising for leaning on them. Then the only people I have who would care and help are my parents, which is a definite no, or this 21 year old I met online who thinks he's in love with me and wants to "have me", basically. I think if I had even one close friend who'd be half as committed as I would be if one of my friends felt this way, or one normal guy who thought I was amazing; then I wouldn't hate myself so much and feel like such a disease.
It's hard for me to talk to my friends though even because I lost a lot when my problems began. I talk to people online more, but I'm afraid of losing even them.
I'm okay alone until it gets late and I'm sitting in my room. Or when it's time to eat and it's just me. Or when I have to listen to all the things my friends and roommate did with their other friends. I can't be social either. I feel like I'm annoying and ugly, so I don't force my presence on others. I'd rather be known as a loner than a creep.
I used rubbing alcohol to clean when cutting and assumed burning the metal would suffice when burning. Then I always cared for my wounds. I never really bled, just scarred.
I was tempted to use the tylenol again, but I didn't.
In the end, I don't feel like I can make new friends or have a boyfriend until I fix myself. It's an endless cycle..