AnonymouslyBlue
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- Sep 29, 2019
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It's one of those nights again. I'm laying in bed, my SO is asleep and the house is quiet except for the air conditioning.
And I am alone.
Truly, alone.
I will fall asleep and tomorrow morning I will wake up and I'll be alone again. I will go onto social media and see the lives of my friends progress happily, unblemished and careless as they boast about what food they're eating and what song they're playing in the car.
None of them will stop to wonder. And I think that's what makes me feel so incredibly, painfully detached from everyone. They don't ask even when they all I know that I do ask for them. They don't invite me for outings but rather talk about it in front of me and then post about it every where for me to see. And I know that saying this makes me a terrible person. But I'm jealous, not of them but of what they have managed to do that I can't.
They're still together. Still talking, still making that effort to be in one another's life's. And I'm not. I know I've always been the background character, the one that walks behind the group because there is no space for me to walk alongside them.
But I guess it never really sinks in till I'm alone, here in this bed. In a quiet house.
Maybe there's something wrong with me. I never did have that true bond with anyone before, never had someone besides my SO to stop and want to include me in things.
But shit, it hurts.
So what am I doing wrong? Because you can't just go through this unwanted solitude and loneliness when you haven't done something wrong?
Then again, my life hasn't exactly been sunshine and rainbows either. Maybe in my past life I was some horrible thing and this is karma making me pay for it. One shitty year at a time.
Fuck. This sucks.
...
Just venting. Kinda the only place I have left to write openly.
And I am alone.
Truly, alone.
I will fall asleep and tomorrow morning I will wake up and I'll be alone again. I will go onto social media and see the lives of my friends progress happily, unblemished and careless as they boast about what food they're eating and what song they're playing in the car.
None of them will stop to wonder. And I think that's what makes me feel so incredibly, painfully detached from everyone. They don't ask even when they all I know that I do ask for them. They don't invite me for outings but rather talk about it in front of me and then post about it every where for me to see. And I know that saying this makes me a terrible person. But I'm jealous, not of them but of what they have managed to do that I can't.
They're still together. Still talking, still making that effort to be in one another's life's. And I'm not. I know I've always been the background character, the one that walks behind the group because there is no space for me to walk alongside them.
But I guess it never really sinks in till I'm alone, here in this bed. In a quiet house.
Maybe there's something wrong with me. I never did have that true bond with anyone before, never had someone besides my SO to stop and want to include me in things.
But shit, it hurts.
So what am I doing wrong? Because you can't just go through this unwanted solitude and loneliness when you haven't done something wrong?
Then again, my life hasn't exactly been sunshine and rainbows either. Maybe in my past life I was some horrible thing and this is karma making me pay for it. One shitty year at a time.
Fuck. This sucks.
...
Just venting. Kinda the only place I have left to write openly.
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