I'm depressed as fuck. More than usual.
I need to just fucking get this shit out.
It has been over seven months now since the time when I had a perfect lgf the likes of which I could probably never find again, and I feel such utter despair for the current situation.
What the fuck am I yammering on about? I can't do anything about this shit, right now it's about making loli friends, but it's not working out exactly how I want it to.
Basically, one little comment fucking destroyed me. Well, two, actually. And now I'm really messed up again. More than usual, anyway.
This girl who's like a second best, very cute, into a lot of the same things as me, but with some rather negative traits as well, she is going to be moving at the end of this month, halfway across the country to somewhere in the eastern part of the Midwest. And that totally blows, as she was the closest girl to me now that I can never see my lgf for an indefinite amount of time because her mom turned out to be fucking insane. We will certainly still be friends, but it's going to be mostly long distance, which means I don't get that relaxing aura that almost all young girls give off, you know?
So I was sad about this, and the topic of me not having chick friends came up, and she was like, "I'm too young for you," and I was like, "That's not what I was thinking at all." That was pretty much true. But what I wanted to say and couldn't was that, hell, she isn't too young, not that I'd go for her anyway. She said some other thing that I won't get too specific about as well. I'm being very paranoid, actually, but that's a part of this most recent major triggering, I guess. The second thing messed me up even worse. It had to do with the thing I fear the most, which is distrust. No, it wasn't that anyone in the present moment distrusted me. It was a comment that just made it clear that distrust might have previously occurred on someone's part. And that is the. scariest. thing.
So, how did I react? Well, I got depressed. I even said, "Wow, I'm really depressed now." I was being surprisingly open. It turns out, I believe, that something changed in me right then and there. Later that night, I also had to deal with a crazy family emergency also, which may have further played into this change, but I basically am thinking and acting in a different way now, and I hope that it will work better and make me come off as more trustworthy and "normal."
All this time since the horrible disaster near the start of the year, I've been thinking about how I'm going to proceed. Do I hide more than ever, or do I be as open as possible? I still don't know for sure, but I was leaning towards openness. But the two stupid fucking comments made me feel once again like I have no choice but to completely hide who I am and all of my feelings, just like I used to. And, of course, that hadn't worked out for me well, as I was depressed as fuck from the last semester of high school until I met the literal girl of my dreams, and then more depressed than ever before after I fucked up the most basic of information control and lost her.
(Continued next post.)