“I've never been afraid of the dark. I'm more afraid of the day, of people. I love the night. The solitude. Well, I don't love it. I don't feel love. I hate people, so I hope when I get there it isn't crowded. I hope the light is a momentary phenomenon and the other side is completely black. And silent.”
― Julie Anne Peters, By the Time You Read This, I'll Be Dead
I used to feel connected to people. I do not have that same connection anymore. I have alienated every friend I have ever had, either by choice or as a result of them learning about me in a different light. I wanted to feel a connection to someone again. Not love, just a mutual respect and acknowledgment.
I have said some very harsh things today. A few people will probably never speak to me again. Self destruction is so common for me you could set your watch to it. I am not looking for empathy, i certainly do not deserve it in this instance.
I only want to share a feeling and prevent my internal struggle from completely destroying me. Maybe it will help, maybe it will not. In the wake of all my recent negative actions, one positive is enough to erase it all. I have to believe that.