- Mood:
Regretful - Listening to: Strapping Young Lad- City
- Reading: Dubliners
- Playing: Call of Duty 4
I don't know why I'm posting this here. I never go on this site, and I doubt anyone reads my entries. I guess I just need to vent, and I don't really have anyone in particular to talk to. I don't really even know where I'm headed with this. I suppose I just simply need to write out my thoughts, and I could care less if anyone reads it. I suppose I've just been thinking a lot about how I became who I am, and why I'm such a shy person. I don't mean for this to be a life story, and most of what I plan to write is stuff I've never told anyone before. I guess secrets come with being an only child, as I spend a lot of time in thought and isolation. I don't think of myself as having a bad life. In fact, I am beyond thankful for the great people, places, and things I've grown up around. I love life, and I feel like I have a great one. I know I shouldn't complain, and I don't want to sound like I'm complaining. I won't let myself do that because I feel like I am the only one in charge of my life, and only I should be to blame if I have problems. Right now I am in therapy trying to get that philosophy out of my head. For the last few weeks, I have been undergoing child abuse therapy, and that has caused me to think about the things in my life that have shaped me, particularly my flaws. The fact that this even affects me makes me feel like a wimp, and I want to be stronger than that, but there are times when it affects me to the point where I consider suicide. I've gotten to the point where I don't know what's normal. I feel like I'm seeing the outside world for the first time and truly realizing that I have not had the same life as everyone else. I guess I'm starting to learn why some people can be outgoing and social while I just want to sit in my corner and ignore the rest of the world. I suppose that's why I love my friends so much, and I cherish the times we spend together. I have friends that accept me for who I am, even with my many flaws, and those are the only times where I feel like I can have contact with other people who aren't out to criticize me. I have the greatest friends in the world, and I would literally do anything for them. I guess I value there lives far more than my own. I am a completely different person when I'm around my friends, and I like to think that that's the real me. I also realize that no one else has seen the other side of me. I've spent a large portion of my life sitting in my room crying, blasting music to make me think that there is another world out there. I know it shouldn't affect me. I know I deserve to die for even letting something as insignificant as yelling cause me to become socially inept. However, it's hard for to think different when you have someone close to you telling you you're stupid, nothing, idiotic, and a waste of space. After 10+ years of having that yell at me multiple times a week, I'm starting to believe it. After all, when it happens that much and for reasons I can't understand, some of it has to be me. I'm not even smart enough to know why I get yelled at, and I'm not strong enough to take it. I just feel like I really am a waste of space that people do things for me out of sympathy. Quite honestly, I don't understand why I even have friends that care about me. I just don't feel like I'm worth it. I can't even look an adult straight in the eye and shake their hand. I can't go up to a teacher and ask for help. I'm simply too scared. There is an instinct about me that causes me to think that adults will pick out my flaws and yell at me. After all, my father does. Why should anyone else act differently? I just wish I could go up to an adult and see them as a real human being. That's why I don't speak in class. I see teachers as my dad. They are all just people waiting for me to mess up and then tell me I'm worthless. I've learned to hide my flaws. I'm almost never sad, angry, or depressed when I'm at school or with my friends. I can't be. I can't be weak in front of people I care about. After all, weakness only causes more yelling. I'm used to getting yelled at and having things thrown at me for showing weakness. That's the way I was raised. I can't take criticism, and I know my father is right in saying I will never amount to anything because of it. I don't know why I believe it, but I do. I try to think rationally, but sometimes I simply can't. Things just are the way they are, and I realize that I can't understand everything. Often, I feel like I don't understand anything. I know my family would be better off without me. All I am is a lightning rod for anger, and my dad wouldn't be angry if I wasn't around. My mom wouldn't cry if I wasn't around. I know my dad only tries to love me because he feels he has to. He only apologizes when my mom tells him to, and even then he blames it me. Then again, I blame it on myself too. He doesn't care about me and I don't care about him. It's unfortunate that I see every adult as him. I even have a hard time going to friend's houses because of it. I know that if I'm with a friend, I'm safe. If I lock myself in my room, I can't get yelled it. Being with friends is the only thing more comforting than isolation to me, and I feel like I have an obligation to treat everyone with as much kindness and respect as I can. I guess I feel like I have to do that because I know I'm chore to be around. I don't want to sound emo because I really do love life. I cherish the moments I spend with friends, the moments I spend writing about music, and the moments I spend outside of my isolated corner. I want to live, and I've never considered suicide as a way out of my pain. I've considered suicide as a way out of the pain others feel while being around the failure that I am. I felt like if I can get past what my dad said about me, I wouldn't be a failure. However, I feel like I've failed. I know this was a poorly written wall of text about basic things that everyone goes through, but I guess I'm just not strong enough to take it. If you actually read through this shit, then I suppose you are a true friend and the reason I am still alive today.