Yeah, I'm with you here flora. Sometimes you get so caught up with maintaining your persona and polishing your mask that you don't notice when others get too close. Then it's all backtracking and damage control. God, people have so many feelings! And they're so fragile sometimes.
I think I've had the same thing as you with friendships. The fake ones last. The real ones, in which I don't wear a mask, are fulfilling and intense and they always, ALWAYS end in fiery disaster. Every person I have ever genuinely liked or loved, I now despise. And they despise me back, I'm sure. That's why fake friends are easier. No real feelings, no real connection, no risk. It's boring as hell, but necessary for image maintenance. Real friendships are high risk, an the more you get attached to someone, the more you let them in, the more they have to hurt you with. Do you have any genuine friends at the moment? I haven't had one in a few years (well, I do have one, but she lives at the other end of the country, and I havent seen her in a year and a half, which is probably a good thing. things are rocky with her)
Sorry I'm so chatty and inquisitive, but until I came across the word "schizoid" a month or so ago, I thought I was the only person in the world who was like this. Or at least I thought that I would never get to talk to another person like me because, well... low chances of encounter, low chances of recognition (if both our masks are well-kept), and then obviously mutual distrust.