Water-Lily
Enlightened
- Dec 26, 2020
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Today I confided in a friend about a friendship situation I've been processing
A situation that involved me cutting out 4 people from my life
Two of which I thought I was close to
I told them snippets of what happened and he said that their anger at me was warrented
My actions lead them to reacting how they did, and I needed to learn how my actions push people away from me
I know he's right, but now I feel like a monster
I felt so bad, I heavily dissociated when talking to him
But I wanted to die
Because if its my fault, that means I'm an abusive piece of narcissistic garbage
And therefore, people like me shouldn't exist
At least, thats the messed up shigt I say to myself
Its made me wonder, in my pursuit to be a better person
To not let men emotions drive me to shut people out and lash out
That what if, if I mess up again, it'll be too much
That the friends I have will say "we're done with you"
The rejection is enough to make me spiral
And I don't want to be hurt again
I don't want to keep messing up
But I'm human and can't be perfect all the time
I'm scared my friends will give up on me
Today I sent a friend request to a friend I thought wouldn't want to be my friend again
But he accepted it like it was no big deal
I wonder if he hates me too, or I might screw up so much he'l not want me around
Am I worthy of taking up space? Do I matter?
Or am I just a toxic piece of shit who will fuck up badly one time enough for someone to just cut me off?
A situation that involved me cutting out 4 people from my life
Two of which I thought I was close to
I told them snippets of what happened and he said that their anger at me was warrented
My actions lead them to reacting how they did, and I needed to learn how my actions push people away from me
I know he's right, but now I feel like a monster
I felt so bad, I heavily dissociated when talking to him
But I wanted to die
Because if its my fault, that means I'm an abusive piece of narcissistic garbage
And therefore, people like me shouldn't exist
At least, thats the messed up shigt I say to myself
Its made me wonder, in my pursuit to be a better person
To not let men emotions drive me to shut people out and lash out
That what if, if I mess up again, it'll be too much
That the friends I have will say "we're done with you"
The rejection is enough to make me spiral
And I don't want to be hurt again
I don't want to keep messing up
But I'm human and can't be perfect all the time
I'm scared my friends will give up on me
Today I sent a friend request to a friend I thought wouldn't want to be my friend again
But he accepted it like it was no big deal
I wonder if he hates me too, or I might screw up so much he'l not want me around
Am I worthy of taking up space? Do I matter?
Or am I just a toxic piece of shit who will fuck up badly one time enough for someone to just cut me off?