I was really depressed last night.
I tried to reach a friend and ask if he loves me and told him that I felt miserable. All he said that I should get some sleep and make peace with myself. He didn’t actually answer yes or no towards my question and I didn’t know how to make peace with myself. I asked him how I could do that, what should I do and he didn’t reply because he didn’t know what to do.
I called my boyfriend to actually beg him to tell me that he loves me and he said "I do love you…just not in a ‘couple’ kinda way…if you understand what I mean”. He’s not actually my boyfriend. We have strange relationship which involved physical and emotional but he never said that he loves me but I always treat him as my boyfriend. I am being used am i?
I don’t understand what people are trying to do, what he is trying to do. What does he want? If he loves me why can’t he be with me? why can't he say he loves me? Why he doesn’t want me but sleep in my bed? Why people keep on saying that they love me, yet they always ended up with everyone else except me? Am I that bad? Am I that unworthy? Well I absolutely am because no one wants to be with me.
No one sent me message before I send them anything in the 1st place. No one asked me where I was if I come home late at night, moreover to search for me. No one worry while they should’ve worried!
What if I got myself an accident? What if I was kidnapped? (Though it’s very unlikely, why would anyone kidnapped me?) What if something bad happened to me and no one knows because no one seems to care how I am doing???
I stayed in café after work one day and restlessly staring at my cell phone as hours passed by. It was late at night and the only message I received was from provider, offering a commercial product. I never come home late and no one cares if I do. I asked my family why they didn’t call me or text me; they said “why we should do that?”
I felt so confused and angry and sad and twisted and devastated and hopeless...
Why the world seems to be upside down for me?
I just want to be needed. I want to be wanted but no one understands and it hurts me a lot. Why can’t they just lie...and I’ll believe them. I surely will!
The pain was going stronger as the night crawled. I cried out loud and screamed in silence and still no one came. The options are to call my boyfriend who will likely to abandon me or call my former boyfriend who will likely to abuse me or call my parents who will be mad at me because I wasn’t turning to the child they expected me to be or call my therapist who will unlikely to pick up the phone!
So I did something stupid out of misery. I cut myself again. Something I haven’t done for the past 2 years.
Now I hate myself of doing it. I hate myself of being me!
I was having progress but now everything seems so unimportant anymore...all the therapy..all the journals....what am i doing...