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I think it’s both beautiful and strange how easily a person like me falls in and out of emotions. They’re almost like clouds, they’re so unstable, so quick to fade when touched; and it takes more bravery than anything else in the world to touch those emotions. It’s always been this way, and I don’t expect it to change as long as I’m alive because that’d be hopelessly optimistic, and I can’t force myself into that.
I think I’ve been choked lately by those moments of you’re not good enough snared up between try harder and nothing you do will work. And it creates hopelessness, I suppose. At least, that’s the easiest way I can describe it. I want to feel good enough; I really do. And while it’s supposed to be an intrinsic truth, I can’t close my teeth around it long enough to taste the truth; and if you can’t taste sweetness, you’ll never understand the depth of happiness.
So it brings me to a place where I’m tracing roots, finding ways to trick myself into being happy if I have to. I’ve tried—and failed—too many times to find my place in this wasteland, and I never, ever succeed. And I think it’s making leaving easier; and I think it’s making my heart colder in the process.
I don’t quite understand how I can hurt so badly for so long over things that shouldn’t matter, over things that no one else gives a nod to or even hesitates over. It’s another layer of you’re an alien plastered onto the decaying, corpsesque face of no one gets it. People get it; of this I’m sure, but if they never say a word about it, it’s impossible to prove that it’s true.
God, and it feels so awful to feel alone in these thoughts, to think that the first person who hears this out of my mouth will just say oh, well I understand, but listen to what’s wrong with me because I swear it’s ten times worse.
But I’m still enough of a fool to try time and time again. Friendships, love interests: they all end up the same. One person gets suffocated or forgets about the other, and before you know it, you’re the one having to speak first every single time. It’s the moment when the person you love withdraws from you because she can cough up pieces of her mind all day long and spoon-feed you thoughts until you’re poisoned, but she can’t speak her heart to save her life. It’s the moment when you choke up around a friend you’ve known for years because you’re too close for your good, you’re too close for his good. But you want to try and care; you want to force yourself to keep pushing, even when they won’t push back. And before you know it, friendship isn’t enough.
The cycle never stops, nor can you expect it to. Once you’re set in your ways, you’re damned to them, snared in the circle that won’t relent.
It’s an eternal trap, and the only way out is through force.
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