Thankfully, I don't have too many blow-ups when it comes to falling out with someone but I'm really starting to understand that, for some reason, the ones I have a falling out with really want more from me or want like a different me? And then get upset with me for not meeting that expectation, when I wasn't even made aware to begin with.
I was on my discord, and noticed there was a deleted user in my history of chats? I don't know how else to word it. But it was someone I had been rping with and it turned sour the instant I said I couldn't do it anymore. It was for over a year we talked and it's been about a year since then. I forgot about it, to be honest, since it's been so long since it happened.
I'm apparently very compliant in always trying to make sure others' needs are met and that they're okay, at the least, and that they feel loved and incldued and completed but I get drained. Very drained, especially when I seemingly am getting someone so used to me meeting what they want and I suddenly don't meet it anymore. It's not even anger or anything I feel. For the most part, I just end up tired and numb and I start to distance myself. I don't even know if I can say that it's like I feel like I'm not good enough the way that I am or... maybe that is what it actually is.
There's also this feeling that I'm just very much unwanted the instant I don't meet expectations. The second they realize I'm a person with emotions and thoughts and feelings of my own and not just someone that can input their commands into and I respond how they want. I may go by A.I. here and there (and I think that's just a running thing with me, myself and I as I've never bothered to share it) but that doesn't mean I don't have feelings, for heaven's sake.
I would say that it happens in cycles, like clockwork, but I'm just understanding that it really feels like I'm never really allowed to hae things that actually make me happy. If my bubble even gets the slightest bit of air in it, someone has to come by and pop it because, unless they're the ones putting air in it themselves, I'm not allowed to have it. I'm just not allowed to be...me.
Maybe I really am just this nasty person that has a mean streak or something. There's got to be something to it, right?
Anyway. Take care, guys. And, if you read this far, thank you for reading.
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