Eventually things will be better... right?
Here is everything in the world’s biggest nutshell.
I feel no compassion. I hardly feel anything for anyone. I barely feel for myself. I can play it off as feeling whatever I think people will believe. I'm not afraid to put myself out there because I cannot feel shame or remorse. I'm not cruel, but I show such unjust compassion for the people that I should care for that I feel guilty. Not remorseful. Remorse is a feeling you should have after doing something wrong. I do not do anything wrong I just can no longer relate to the people I care about.
I am distant from the world in every sense. I thought I could escape my problems so I left my home country. I now find myself in a foreign world, worse off then I was before. I have no one to talk to, not that I did before, but now no one here even speaks the same language. I'm not being metaphoric, I seriously live in a new country and don't speak the language.
I don't have thoughts of suicide because I am optimistic that I will eventually feel better. I am utterly hopeless after that. That one thought has sustained me for as long as I can remember. Eventually things will get better. But I am so tired of not feeling...
I do not have a relationship with my mother, father, brother, sister... they are people that I was told to love, so I do.
I cannot hold a grudge, so people feel the need to walk over me. I get taken advantage of by everyone. And I don't care. But I think I should.
I have always been obsessed with the thought of being normal. Normalcy I call it. I don't want to be a normal person because I don't like settling for average. But everything I do I compare myself to some one else, some fictional person, and I tell myself that what I do or say isn't normal. It rules my life.
I have conflicting and contradicting emotions to the point where I can not concentrate on anything. I have to exert such emotional energy that I cannot manage to save anything in reserve for myself. I walk around as if I am a zombie that has no thirst for brains. A pointless being.
I have never been a selfish person. I don't know how. But now that all this is becoming more visual to me, I have decided to take selfish actions. I broke up with my boyfriend of four years so I can do some soul searching and have encouraged him to find a new relationship. He doesn't want to, but I refuse to get back with him. I'm being selfish and I hate it. It’s not me, but I’m so desperate for change that I refuse to consider anything else. And the fact that I want him to be with some one else, a week after we've been separated, makes me feel like the feelings I had for him were petty. I don't know if I can ever love anyone. I cannot even love myself.
I am lost.
I have no purpose.
I have no meaning.
I am too smart to turn to god; I put that behind me long ago.
I am desperate but at the same time I don't care.
I am a walking implosion.
But eventually things will be better... right?