So I was writing a story online. I loved it, and there were some fans who were reading it.
There were some side discussions in the comments. I participated a bit. Then one person started asking me why I think this and that. She thought differently. I tried to explain, but she didn't get it.
I do believe myself to be right, but it's to no avail. I think she thinks me to be stupid now. I think she despises me. I think that everyone there can see that and they all feel disgusted with me, too. I feel intense shame. I ended up crying for an hour and I don't know how I can ever continue my story. I don't even want to ever think of it, because it reminds me of how she thinks I'm a moron. And I keep thinking: well, it's your own fault, you knew you shouldn't ever talk to people, because talking to people brings only pain, but you still did, so you've got yourself to blame for this.
I can't get this out of my head and can't distract myself with anything. I thought that if I write about it here, among people who're just like me, maybe something could change.
Why is it that interacting with other human beings brings such suffering? I always make this mistake. I live in my fantasies, but then I try to talk to someone, only to get hurt. If I just didn't ever want human interaction, I could be safe.
And this story, I really enjoyed writing it. It was the only thing that gave me some joy in my life. Now it's all destroyed. How can I ever continue it if I'm afraid to even go to its page. I want to run from that person who is one of the readers. I feel like she is repulsed by me and that all other readers can see how stupid I am.