Re: Hanako's Broken Heart Club
Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2014 6:09 am
I'm a moron. I am a moron. I AM A FUCKING MORON.
Well, some of you may remember my...kinda psychotic ex. The one who got kinda suicidal, scared me off, faked a suicide attempt and brain cancer, and has been in and out of my life for the past two years.
She's back.
I want her back. But I don't. I don't know. I kinda do. It'd be easier. Maybe. I...I'm honestly just confused. I miss her. Before everything went to shit, I was SO happy. That was probably the happiest time of my life, being with her. There was a time when I'd have given up everything just to be with her. Drop out of my University, move hundreds of miles, even get married in a church (was really "enlightened" back then, in the fedora sense).
Well, now that most of that's gone anyway, I realized that in reality, being with her was one of the only truly good things I have. But fear not! I'm not about to reach the emotional Blue Screen of Death. Probably. I want to be with her. I do. Maybe it's a bad idea. Maybe it's not. It's been a long time. We've both gotten plenty of psychological help since then (though I'll be needing about seven or eight more metric fucktons). She just got back from training for the National Guard. I'm going to see her next week during my Thanksgiving break.
Basically, here's how I feel: I do want to be with her. She's seeing someone now, but knowing our history, there's a pretty decent shot that the longer we spend around each other, the more likely we'll be to gravitate back to each other. She and I have history, and even if it isn't all great, she...she proved to me that I can be happy. In a time of pain, misery, agony, heartache and suffering, she became a beacon of light and joy. I truly loved her.
And I fucked it up by running away when she needed me to actually CARE about her and help her understand her feelings.
I'll be honest, I....left a lot out. She...has a past. One that I wasn't exactly kind about at some points. I think I may have done a lot more damage than I realized with things I said. I know I hurt her at times, but when she started talking about how she didn't know what she'd do without me, I got scared and ran off. Probably could have, and should have handled it better. She says she forgives me. I don't. Not yet.
I've said and believe that I've been through hell and back. This girl has spent most of her life living there. Literally everything I've gone through, literally everything except for the current degradation of my body...she's suffered significantly worse. She is so immensely stronger than I am that it fucking baffles me. She was there for me when I needed her, and while she wasn't perfect, she was pretty good about it.
It was KS that taught me just what she meant to me. Lilly's route, to be exact. When Hisao nearly died to get Lilly, it made me realize that I really was in love with this girl and wanted to be with her. It was too little, too late. We were talking, but she was trying to move on.
She hasn't. Not completely. I know it. We have a mutual friend, and...well, things they've both said pretty heavily indicate that she still at least has some affection for me. That, along with the fact that she keeps calling and texting me, being silly and cutesy...especially after how many times I've tried to make her leave. The things I did and said. She was what I should have been and have always wanted to be: ever-loyal at the end of the day, no matter how angry or vicious I was.
I want to at least use this to truly change who I am. I've begun working on my commitment issues. Even if this girl never wants to be with me again and just wants to be friends (but let's be honest, we've gotten back together and broken up a LOT, I highly doubt being 'just friends' will last), I'm okay with that.
I am. I fucked up. If it cost me a future with this girl, that is not the end of the world. I'm going to a different college next year...probably. I'll be able to meet all sorts of new people. Change the direction of my life. Even if I can't be with this girl, I can look back on our fond memories, the good times we had, and use them as a way to create a more beautiful and happy path for myself and whomever is crazy enough to stick with me. I'll keep the mistakes we made and use them as lessons. I want to be a better person for this. Not for her. For me. I want to be happy again.
I hate sitting in this bed 80-90% of the day, doing nothing, barely eating, lying here in self-pity and depression. My mind feels like it's falling apart: I have no motivation to do anything. It comes it extremely short bursts, and everything I do is just whim.
I'm depressed. Truly, severely depressed. This is what I was like last semester, this is what I was like when my friend Chris died. Nearly catatonic. Days go by without any real...existence. They're formless. One day is no different from the last. I can get out of this, but I'll need help. I'll need my family, I'll need therapy, I'll need people who truly love me and want to help me. Maybe that's why I'm so receptive to getting close to her again.
This is Hanako's Broken Heart Club, and my heart is sure as shit broken. It's a monster. A cruel, twisted abomination, made of steel and flesh and fire. But it works. And I swear on the graves of all those I've lost, I swear on my own life, that I will not let a broken heart keep me from being happy. I'll get miles of duct tape, glue and staples if that's what's needed. Because I am one thing above all else: I am a Survivor. I am tough. I cannot be destroyed. Shatter me into a million pieces, I'll rebuild.
Because FUCK YOU, world! I am the master of my destiny, no one else. And I say...my destiny is greater than this.
Well, some of you may remember my...kinda psychotic ex. The one who got kinda suicidal, scared me off, faked a suicide attempt and brain cancer, and has been in and out of my life for the past two years.
She's back.
I want her back. But I don't. I don't know. I kinda do. It'd be easier. Maybe. I...I'm honestly just confused. I miss her. Before everything went to shit, I was SO happy. That was probably the happiest time of my life, being with her. There was a time when I'd have given up everything just to be with her. Drop out of my University, move hundreds of miles, even get married in a church (was really "enlightened" back then, in the fedora sense).
Well, now that most of that's gone anyway, I realized that in reality, being with her was one of the only truly good things I have. But fear not! I'm not about to reach the emotional Blue Screen of Death. Probably. I want to be with her. I do. Maybe it's a bad idea. Maybe it's not. It's been a long time. We've both gotten plenty of psychological help since then (though I'll be needing about seven or eight more metric fucktons). She just got back from training for the National Guard. I'm going to see her next week during my Thanksgiving break.
Basically, here's how I feel: I do want to be with her. She's seeing someone now, but knowing our history, there's a pretty decent shot that the longer we spend around each other, the more likely we'll be to gravitate back to each other. She and I have history, and even if it isn't all great, she...she proved to me that I can be happy. In a time of pain, misery, agony, heartache and suffering, she became a beacon of light and joy. I truly loved her.
And I fucked it up by running away when she needed me to actually CARE about her and help her understand her feelings.
I'll be honest, I....left a lot out. She...has a past. One that I wasn't exactly kind about at some points. I think I may have done a lot more damage than I realized with things I said. I know I hurt her at times, but when she started talking about how she didn't know what she'd do without me, I got scared and ran off. Probably could have, and should have handled it better. She says she forgives me. I don't. Not yet.
I've said and believe that I've been through hell and back. This girl has spent most of her life living there. Literally everything I've gone through, literally everything except for the current degradation of my body...she's suffered significantly worse. She is so immensely stronger than I am that it fucking baffles me. She was there for me when I needed her, and while she wasn't perfect, she was pretty good about it.
It was KS that taught me just what she meant to me. Lilly's route, to be exact. When Hisao nearly died to get Lilly, it made me realize that I really was in love with this girl and wanted to be with her. It was too little, too late. We were talking, but she was trying to move on.
She hasn't. Not completely. I know it. We have a mutual friend, and...well, things they've both said pretty heavily indicate that she still at least has some affection for me. That, along with the fact that she keeps calling and texting me, being silly and cutesy...especially after how many times I've tried to make her leave. The things I did and said. She was what I should have been and have always wanted to be: ever-loyal at the end of the day, no matter how angry or vicious I was.
I want to at least use this to truly change who I am. I've begun working on my commitment issues. Even if this girl never wants to be with me again and just wants to be friends (but let's be honest, we've gotten back together and broken up a LOT, I highly doubt being 'just friends' will last), I'm okay with that.
I am. I fucked up. If it cost me a future with this girl, that is not the end of the world. I'm going to a different college next year...probably. I'll be able to meet all sorts of new people. Change the direction of my life. Even if I can't be with this girl, I can look back on our fond memories, the good times we had, and use them as a way to create a more beautiful and happy path for myself and whomever is crazy enough to stick with me. I'll keep the mistakes we made and use them as lessons. I want to be a better person for this. Not for her. For me. I want to be happy again.
I hate sitting in this bed 80-90% of the day, doing nothing, barely eating, lying here in self-pity and depression. My mind feels like it's falling apart: I have no motivation to do anything. It comes it extremely short bursts, and everything I do is just whim.
I'm depressed. Truly, severely depressed. This is what I was like last semester, this is what I was like when my friend Chris died. Nearly catatonic. Days go by without any real...existence. They're formless. One day is no different from the last. I can get out of this, but I'll need help. I'll need my family, I'll need therapy, I'll need people who truly love me and want to help me. Maybe that's why I'm so receptive to getting close to her again.
This is Hanako's Broken Heart Club, and my heart is sure as shit broken. It's a monster. A cruel, twisted abomination, made of steel and flesh and fire. But it works. And I swear on the graves of all those I've lost, I swear on my own life, that I will not let a broken heart keep me from being happy. I'll get miles of duct tape, glue and staples if that's what's needed. Because I am one thing above all else: I am a Survivor. I am tough. I cannot be destroyed. Shatter me into a million pieces, I'll rebuild.
Because FUCK YOU, world! I am the master of my destiny, no one else. And I say...my destiny is greater than this.
