My friends and my family tell me that I am not these things. That they are wrong about me. That I am construing this in the wrong way. But I can help but feel like I've been cut, deep. It's startling to find out that you have been leading a live that is not honorable, or moral but rather callous and cruel.
I wish I were different. I wish I could live beautifully and kindly in the moment. But for me, it's not that simple. People have been telling me my whole life that I am too harsh, terse and heartless. It takes me a conscious effort to be kind to people, to be nonjudgemental, to be open, to be gentle, to be giving.
I absolutely hate this about myself.
I hate that I make the people that once loved me so fully, despise me so passionately. It truly makes me wonder how I even managed to captivate their love in the first place.
I have the sinking realization that for this reason, I will never be able to depend on love in my life. I will eventually push it away, and leave myself drowning in the rubble of sorrow and broken flesh. I truely don't even want to smile at people anymore.
It is futile.
I will die sad and alone.
This is a dark place.
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