I want so badly to make my story sound as bad as possible. Maybe I feel like if I could just make it sound bad, I will feel validated by other people’s pity. It’s never enough, though. I always leave the conversation wondering if I was being authentic. I’m really good at gaslighting myself and I’m even better at prioritizing other people’s needs.
Even saying that feels like a plea for pity. I hate to be so, “woe is me; I’m the problem; I love too hard.” It feels like a fake weakness. One someone would use to make themselves seem admirable. But I really do, in the most selfish way possible. Maybe I feel like If I look out for others, I’ll attract people who will look out for me. Maybe that would be true if I could stop abandoning myself in the process.
Well now that I’ve been venting about much I don’t want to vent, I guess I could simply say that I feel delusional and out of touch with reality. I try so hard to judge situations and build my confidence based on my own judgements. But, people change their minds and can misrepresent how they feel. When that happens, I feel like I’ve lost something. My grip on reality is gone and I feel like a broken person for thinking what I thought before. I have a crush on someone who flirts with me, and when he talks about other people he’s interested in, I feel absolutely crazy for thinking that he could’ve ever liked me. I start naming all the delusions. The time he told me he would date me if he was gay - why did I read too much into that. The daily walks he’d invite me on - why couldn’t I just take it as a nice gesture. The late night invitations to hang out - why couldn’t he just be a lonely guy that needed a friend. Why do I make everything about me? Why do I always set myself up to be hurt? Do I like it? Do I appreciate the rush that comes from the hope of it all, only to crash and burn when reality gets too loud to ignore?
He doesn’t want you. He can’t. He can’t find love in a place he isn’t looking for it. You’re not it for him and you’re being selfish to want him to want you when he doesn’t. If you can’t be his friend, tell him that.
I make it sound so easy. Of course he isn’t mine to lose, but that doesn’t make the loss feel any less. What I’m holding on to isn’t real I guess and maybe that’s why I feel so delusional, so why can’t I let go?
I’m just so tired of dealing with rejection.