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by Tenshi Kuroiuta » Thu Apr 19, 2012 1:22 am
Haha... my story huh? Oh man, I have no clue where to begin... I suppose from the absolute beginning eh?
Since preschool and all throughout elementary school, I was teased, bullied, and harassed by almost everyone around me. It even got to the point where I was surrounded around a storm drain and heckled until I was curled up in a ball and crying. I'm fairly sure it was because I'm Asian, which is a minority in this area. I really don't blame them as they started maturing in middle school, but I was always very lonely as such. I really and truly haven't had many friends throughout my life, not then, and certainly not now. I was definitely a child raised and nurtured by the internet as my parents and I were never close. However, I think I matured a bit quicker than everybody else as a result of all of this. Throughout that entire time, I can only think of five real friends that I've had, but the majority of them either moved away, or ended up turning their backs to me and teasing me. I couldn't even rely on my parents as, even to this day, I think my mom is insane. She wanted to kill both herself and me by driving into the river. I'm convinced the only reason I'm alive to this day is that I remembered her talking about it beforehand, and I didn't get into the car with her. My dad gives me no support since he's just her yes-man, so I generally lock myself away in my room at home.
As an escape, I always turned to writing, daydreaming, and reading. I also played that tile game of hers wherever I went, and I still play it even to this day. I also switched to video games, although I wouldn't say I was anywhere near an avid player of games either then or now. I kinda shut myself away during the day, not showing a whole lot of emotion, and generally keeping to myself. Heck, I even hated physical contact with others at that point.
I suppose I'll fast forward then to a big turning point in my life as I was in the middle of Middle School, my now ex-girlfriend. It started off as a long distance relationship, but we eventually got to meet. I started to become happier and a little more social. She was kind, a very reserved, and very soft spoken. I think I really did love her, but I think I was overbearing, and that I coddled her an incredible amount. I suppose I never thought of her as my equal. This probably ended about as well as you think, but with two distinct points that made it hurt more.
-She dumped me on Valentine's Day.
-I found out she was cheating on me on that same day.
After that, I kinda shirked away from love and people for an absolutely long time, and backpedaled in a lot of social areas. I regressed to my former state of hiding away from others, and started hating physical contact again. Eventually I recovered, but Valentine's Day continues to be an time of stress for me. I can see everyone around me using as a time to celebrate love, but I only know it as a time to mourn it. Sometime after this, I attempted suicide, but I failed miserably. Only a very few select people even know about it.
I'll fast forward again to the next big turning point in my life, a girl who I'll only call "M." When I first met M, I truly thought I had met someone who I loved with all of my heart. She was kind, she was sweet, and she was someone who I admired a great deal. She was supportive of others and showed a great deal of concern. However, she was taken. I thought to myself that if I could see her happy, that would truly be enough for me. We even became best friends after a while. Time went on, she started having relationship problems, so I tried helping them out on both sides. I was friends with her now ex-boyfriend, and I tried counseling them both and tried keeping them together. Alas, they eventually split up. As I was very good friends with M, and it came to be known later that I liked her, I eventually did ask her out, but she said she wasn't ready yet, and asked me to wait for her. I promised to wait for her, and she promised to never leave me. I truly, TRULY felt that we were equals.
And so I waited, waited for a long time. We were good friends as I said before, and we spoke to each other on a daily basis, got on Skype after school and chatted away for hours. However, eventually she started slipping away, talking to me less and less. At first it said that she was going through a wave of depression, and I thought that was fine. However, it just ended up being one thinly veiled and poorly made excuse over another. I was in love, and love made me blind, so I took each at face value. However, we got further and further, and then I started to get a clue. She was always running around talking with others, playing minecraft or some other game, and cared little about me. She broke her promise to me, and I started feeling resentful since she would always lie to me. I eventually called her out on this, and she just dismissed me and started ignoring me completely, but not before telling me to stop waiting for her.
I'll pause with M, as I'll come back to her later. For now, I'd like to direct it back to the "me" in this current time. Despite my reclusive nature, I've always been rather emotional. On top of that and my loneliness, I've always had an amazing amount of stress from both my school and parents. I had and still have a horribly low self-esteem, as I don't think I'm good for anything. I frequently had mental breakdowns, but I always relied on M for support. However, that support died out and was replaced with cruelty as she would just criticize me for everything I've done. As an example, I fell down a flight of stairs at my house, and I dislocated my shoulder. I didn't have my cell phone on me, and I was home alone, so I decided to reduce it myself. Apparently the correct thing to do according to her was to "get someone" or "call someone."
Now, there was a vast period of time where M and I had separated, and I was very shattered indeed. However, salvation temporarily came with someone that I'll call A. I had met A on an internet forum, and she was very sweet and kind, but in a different way from M. We eventually began Skyping and talking, and found out we shared an AMAZING amount of likes and similarities, and I thought I had found love again. I thought she was absolutely amazing, a lot above me, so I thought I had no chance. This time however, it was her that asked me out, and I agreed.
Two days later, she stopped talking to me and we never responded to any of my messages ever again. I don't know what happened, but we never spoke ever again. I know I should have probably took this as some kind of blow, but I somehow felt very apathetic about it, and still do now.
Enter M once more, sending me a long e-mail on how she was sorry, I was an amazing person, and she ruined everything between us. I, like an idiot, accepted her apology. We tried speaking again, but we were never as close as we were before, or even close at all for that matter. Earlier, she made the claim that she wanted me to stop waiting because she isn't able to love anyone, so I thought I'd just go back to how I was before. Then she said she finally found someone that she thought she could rely on, someone she could be with.
My resentment started growing at this point, but I kept it hidden. She then began acting pompous and arrogant, criticizing me again for everything I did. She would even deny the fact that I'm unstable mentally. As stated before, I had many mental breakdowns, and I even went through huge depression spikes where I thought I was better off dead, and I still continue to have those depression spikes to this day (Don't worry about those thoughts, I made a promise to someone dear to me that I would never attempt suicide [again].) During the last days of my dying friendship with her, I told her about how things ended between my ex and I, and she laughed to my face. Eventually, I snapped, calling her out on everything she ever did to hurt me and others, and I haven't exchanged a single word with her since that day.
I suppose my history with love ends there, as I'm convinced I'm Aromantic Asexual now. I'm afraid of girls and how cruel they can be, the thought of getting close to people both physically and emotionally frightens me, and I become a complete nervous wreck whenever someone asks me out or Valentine's Day comes along again.
Yet, I still have the desire to be close to someone, have someone I can truly rely on and be with. Someone who can comfort me on my worst day, and who loves me. Someone who can hold me close and share my pain as I share theirs. I want to have a family that I can love and call my own. I think, deep down, I still truly want a girl to be with, and someday marry.
I suppose I should go into my social life then if I've come this far.
I never had many friends as stated before, and I don't think I've had a true "best friend," although I might now. I wouldn't know if he considers me as his best friend, but I guess time will tell.
I've tried fitting in with many types of people, but I think I truly have bad luck with meeting people, if nothing else. I could list off my last group of "friends" right now.
- A 11 year old in a 25 year old man's body, completely inept at the fine art of not offending others.
- The absolute hugest superiority complex ever observed by man, complimented by self-serving and narcissistic behavior.
- The oddest God complex ever observed by man, complimented by self-selfserving behavior, insensitivity, and obsession with his girlfriend.
- M
- A selfish egotist who brags about her possessions and talks about her own problems only, not lifting a finger to comfort others.
- A person I thought of as an older sibling to me, but has treated me with only insensitivity and cruelty.
I've known some these people for a year, some of them, not even. I always listened to their problems and comforted them. I always worked to be their big brother figure, and I stayed as such for almost a year now. However, nobody raised a finger to help me in my times of crisis, and all of them have somehow hurt me several times.
Over and over, I've been told to lower my expectations of people, that 90% of the world and people are crap, but I can't believe that. I can't and I won't believe that. I resent that mentality with all of my being. My core belief is that people are good at heart, and I have never truly hated anyone in my entire life. Yes, I harbor a great deal of resentment for M and the egotist, but I don't hate them. I acknowledge many of the people I have listed as good at heart, but there's nothing I can do to help them. I confronted each and every one of them about their problems, but nothing has come of it.
I'm alone, I hate being alone, I'm scared of being alone, yet I'm afraid to get close to others.
With all of the above said, one thought has rung out in my mind above all others.
Is it me?
Am I the one who's in the wrong here? Am I the reason and cause for all of these problems? Am I somehow just absolutely unsociable? Why can't I get along with anyone in my life? I can count my friends on my fingers. What's wrong with me? Why am I so lonely? Why? I've tried my hardest to be there for others, and it's only repaid with cruelty, heartbreak, and pain. Are my standards for people too high? Am I arrogant? Am I pompous? Am I too sensitive? I don't know. I truly don't know. I'm so damned depressed and I have to go through it all alone. I think I truly want to die, and that the world would be better off without me, but I can't do it because of a promise I made. I've fallen so low that I can't even get interested in reading, in writing, in games, in school, nothing.
Phew... that was somewhat therapeutic for me I think. If you're still with me, I would appreciate some words of advice or wisdom, but really, it helped me a lot that I know people have at least seen this post, if not read through it.
Thank you very much for your time.
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Tenshi Kuroiuta on Thu Apr 19, 2012 1:52 am, edited 3 times in total.