fleurdelune
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- Jan 14, 2025
- 19
this always happens -- i meet someone kind-ish, i become attached to obsessed with them because i am Batshit crazy, and i daydream constantly about just..... talking to them. instead of fantasizing about sex or romance like a normal person, i fantasize about being honest with them about how hollow and sad i am all the time. and in those daydreams, they just listen, maybe providing some sort of comfort verbally or in the form of a hug or something. and then in the real world, that person eventually leaves my life and i'm left completely lost and lonely because someone i had identified as being possibly safe to talk to isn't going to be accessible to me anymore.
i'm wondering if anybody else has these kinds of daydreams or if i'm exceptionally weird and self-absorbed. i feel so gross about it because it's like i "desire" these living, breathing people primarily as scarecrows for me to cry to about my stupid mental state, and i also recognize that it's all kind of silly because i know that having someone to talk to like that won't do anything to help me :/ because nothing can help someone who at this point doesn't even want to be "helped" or changed. i don't ever see myself changing my mind about killing myself, nor do i really wish to have my mind changed. the world needs to be rid of me (and of people in general, to be honest) :***)
and yet here i am, having these elaborate venting sessions in my mind as if they would do me any good if they were real. i can't be so truthful with my actual (wonderful, mind you) therapist because i don't want her to leave me after realizing that i'm beyond helping. god, i feel like such a fucking freak
anyways... does anyone else do this? as sick as it sounds (because i don't wish any of this stuff on anyone), it eases the pain ever so slightly to hear that i'm not alone, which is part of why i come on here in the first place. but i totally get it if i am indeed alone on this one LOL
'tis all for now; thank you for reading my yap :]
i'm wondering if anybody else has these kinds of daydreams or if i'm exceptionally weird and self-absorbed. i feel so gross about it because it's like i "desire" these living, breathing people primarily as scarecrows for me to cry to about my stupid mental state, and i also recognize that it's all kind of silly because i know that having someone to talk to like that won't do anything to help me :/ because nothing can help someone who at this point doesn't even want to be "helped" or changed. i don't ever see myself changing my mind about killing myself, nor do i really wish to have my mind changed. the world needs to be rid of me (and of people in general, to be honest) :***)
and yet here i am, having these elaborate venting sessions in my mind as if they would do me any good if they were real. i can't be so truthful with my actual (wonderful, mind you) therapist because i don't want her to leave me after realizing that i'm beyond helping. god, i feel like such a fucking freak
anyways... does anyone else do this? as sick as it sounds (because i don't wish any of this stuff on anyone), it eases the pain ever so slightly to hear that i'm not alone, which is part of why i come on here in the first place. but i totally get it if i am indeed alone on this one LOL
'tis all for now; thank you for reading my yap :]