Can't really stand myself, ya know?

[NameOfAction]

Insufferable, facetious, pretentious, cantankerous, thesaurus-licking wretched whore.
Incapable of relating, understanding, of basic compassion and common sense, of helping myself, let alone others, forever stuck in a perpetual cycle of hurting people and pushing away the very humanity I cannot live without.

I wish I would help, instead of exacerbating. I don't wish I could, for I know myself capable of achieving net positive, yet I stay apathetic and infected with callousness to the point of stepping into the flaming pits of malice and dragging good, honest persons in with me, kicking and screaming.

Can you tell how well-read and cultured I am? Can't you see that I am a third-world-dwelling, adult high-school graduating, first year marketing uni dropout?

Lovely to meet you, sent me straight down to the next level of inferno, I'll find it familiar.

 

[Bitch With An Apple]

I've read some of your posts and I think you're cool, for whatever that's worth

 

[bugbugbug]

I definitely understand this, I was recently broken up with and they mentioned every single back quality that I have continued to try to work on. The worst being that I'm a manipulative bitch who only cries to get a reaction/sympathy from people and I guess they're right

 

[NameOfAction]

I definitely understand this, I was recently broken up with and they mentioned every single back quality that I have continued to try to work on. The worst being that I'm a manipulative bitch who only cries to get a reaction/sympathy from people and I guess they're right

Crying makes people uncomfortable.
When I was little and wouldn't stop crying, my father said to me: "Stop making a scene! Real tears are silent." (My father, of course, was a bastard.)
I have since mastered the art of soundless screaming, silent sobbing and quietly tearing my skin apart in a lightless corner, all to preserve the delicate sensibilities of those entrusted to love and care about me.

Suffering silently isn't better, just more palatable to those unwilling or unable to deal with complex emotions of others. The same people, naturally, expect the utmost care when it's their turn to suffer. And we, as persons with quite a bit of expertise in the area, offer all the love and care we have left gladly. Unfortunately it is rarely enough, as our stores are depleted.

Loving people is hard. Somehow, being loved is harder. Parting isn't always bad.

 

[bugbugbug]

Crying makes people uncomfortable.
When I was little and wouldn't stop crying, my father said to me: "Stop making a scene! Real tears are silent." (My father, of course, was a bastard.)
I have since mastered the art of soundless screaming, silent sobbing and quietly tearing my skin apart in a lightless corner, all to preserve the delicate sensibilities of those entrusted to love and care about me.

Suffering silently isn't better, just more palatable to those unwilling or unable to deal with complex emotions of others. The same people, naturally, expect the utmost care when it's their turn to suffer. And we, as persons with quite a bit of expertise in the area, offer all the love and care we have left gladly. Unfortunately it is rarely enough, as our stores are depleted.

Loving people is hard. Somehow, being loved is harder. Parting isn't always bad.

I honestly don't think I've felt this seen in a really long time. I'm so sorry that you can understand this pain, I am so grateful though that you took the time to share your experience as I don't feel as alone. I think it's most disappointing when others won't be honest about their expectations. My partner would never share how they felt and I feel they constantly lied to me which made the break up feel even more blindsiding and like a slap to the face. How are we supposed to share how we feel if the other person isn't willing to and will just say they love us until they don't.