They say talking about your past helps you get over it. What happens when you can't talk about your past to anyone. What if it is because of your past that you're afraid to talk to someone. Don't tell me you know how I feel. How it feels to be cut down, called ugly every day of your life, to have to live self-consciously in constant fear that your not only going to be verbally abused but physically too, not just for what you think and say, but for how you look or how your hair is. It scars you for life. You can try to work it out in your head, make sense of it, and in paper you can say ya this will work, but it doesn't. All you can do is sit and stay sad and wonder why you were picked to be the scapegoat for others.
How do you think it feels to be unable to feel loved? Isn't that a terrifying thought? Welcome to my misery. It's so ingrained that I am too ugly or too weird to find someone. And it's easy to pass it off when it happens occasionally, but six years? Going through the motions day to day to come home to what? The reality that I am still alone and will probably always will be. It hurts more than you can think. The tears don't make it easier, they make you tired so you can sleep and forget that life really sucks.
You know the guy who mumbles to himself all the time, who everybody thinks is so strange? There's a good chance that if you tell them you're willing to listen they'll open up. Cause I'm not gonna when every time I have it's just used as ammo against me. The honest truth is I'd love to pour my problems out on someone, and that they'd care. That they would sincerely care. But it doesn't happen. The only reason I don't off myself is faith in God that it will get better, and that in the end, I'll be able to do what I was created for and sing praises to my saviour.
How about things we take for granted. First kisses, first dates. My dates have been flukes, and first kiss? Forget it hasn't happened yet. But how can I expect it too if all I can think of is how much nobody will want me? How do you have confidence to speak to a women if you have absolutely zero confidence in how you look? So I'm told I'm ugly and in combination with no women has ever wanted to date me, well, it feels like they may be right. All I'm looking for is for a girl to say You're looking good. But alas, it appears that it won't happen. If only being lonely didn't hurt. If it didn't cut so deep, create such a debilitating pain, then maybe I'd get over it. But it gets hard to walk with the pain in your chest, ready to burst open in tears in public any second.
So then I wallow in self pity and shame, and end up sinning to make myself feel better. It doesn't. Actually, I feel worse, and I don't feel like I should even be forgiven by my saviour at that time, but it's wonderful that He does. But to take away the pain for a second.... oh the misery, the sorrow, the pain. How I wish it would end. So I seclude myself from others, so that I don't feel like I'm being judged, but in doing so, I'm just defaulting their judgement that I'm just a crazy loner who doesn't want to talk to anyone. Please just come and sit with me. Just be in my presence so I'm not alone anymore. A hug would be nice too.
It's funny how being alone can change you. I read more, and have realized a lot of things. How kids say things when their young they don't mean. And while you can tell and try to convince yourself that it's no longer true, try telling that to your conscience when your out and about, in the thought pattern that you're not good enough. I didn't choose to be like this, trust me. I've tried changing what I can to hopefully rid myself of these feelings, but I find that they isolate me from others even more. So now I'm stuck in this shameful spot. I can see the the problem, I can see the causes and the symptoms, but I can't do anything about it. I can do nothing for me. Somebody else has to. Somebody else has to hold me and comfort, because no matter what I say it doesn't make a difference. But you see, that's not going to happen. I can't go to anybody. And nobody wants to come to me.
Sometimes I wonder what would've happened if maybe I hadn't switched schools when I was ten. Maybe those relationships with the female friends I had would've turned into something more as I progressed through age. Unfortunately I chose to be home schooled, the first of my isolation and had I seen in coming then, probably would've chosen a different path. Instead, because of lack of parents at the time,, and though I didn't know it at the time, loneliness, the enemy had a chance to sink his claws in to my innocent self. Now pornography has tainted what I see when I see women, exasperating an already difficult problem. If only I hadn't turned on the television that fateful day I when I was about to turn thirteen.
I remember playing Harvest Moon and when you'd court the women, I'd think to myself I can't wait to get married one day. Now I sit here, 21 and single. Never had a girlfriend, not even a first kiss. Figured I'd be married by now, hopefully with kids. Instead I sulk when I know I should be praying. Be thankful that you're not hurting like me. All I can say is, someone please help me. Can you pray for me?
How do you think it feels to be unable to feel loved? Isn't that a terrifying thought? Welcome to my misery. It's so ingrained that I am too ugly or too weird to find someone. And it's easy to pass it off when it happens occasionally, but six years? Going through the motions day to day to come home to what? The reality that I am still alone and will probably always will be. It hurts more than you can think. The tears don't make it easier, they make you tired so you can sleep and forget that life really sucks.
You know the guy who mumbles to himself all the time, who everybody thinks is so strange? There's a good chance that if you tell them you're willing to listen they'll open up. Cause I'm not gonna when every time I have it's just used as ammo against me. The honest truth is I'd love to pour my problems out on someone, and that they'd care. That they would sincerely care. But it doesn't happen. The only reason I don't off myself is faith in God that it will get better, and that in the end, I'll be able to do what I was created for and sing praises to my saviour.
How about things we take for granted. First kisses, first dates. My dates have been flukes, and first kiss? Forget it hasn't happened yet. But how can I expect it too if all I can think of is how much nobody will want me? How do you have confidence to speak to a women if you have absolutely zero confidence in how you look? So I'm told I'm ugly and in combination with no women has ever wanted to date me, well, it feels like they may be right. All I'm looking for is for a girl to say You're looking good. But alas, it appears that it won't happen. If only being lonely didn't hurt. If it didn't cut so deep, create such a debilitating pain, then maybe I'd get over it. But it gets hard to walk with the pain in your chest, ready to burst open in tears in public any second.
So then I wallow in self pity and shame, and end up sinning to make myself feel better. It doesn't. Actually, I feel worse, and I don't feel like I should even be forgiven by my saviour at that time, but it's wonderful that He does. But to take away the pain for a second.... oh the misery, the sorrow, the pain. How I wish it would end. So I seclude myself from others, so that I don't feel like I'm being judged, but in doing so, I'm just defaulting their judgement that I'm just a crazy loner who doesn't want to talk to anyone. Please just come and sit with me. Just be in my presence so I'm not alone anymore. A hug would be nice too.
It's funny how being alone can change you. I read more, and have realized a lot of things. How kids say things when their young they don't mean. And while you can tell and try to convince yourself that it's no longer true, try telling that to your conscience when your out and about, in the thought pattern that you're not good enough. I didn't choose to be like this, trust me. I've tried changing what I can to hopefully rid myself of these feelings, but I find that they isolate me from others even more. So now I'm stuck in this shameful spot. I can see the the problem, I can see the causes and the symptoms, but I can't do anything about it. I can do nothing for me. Somebody else has to. Somebody else has to hold me and comfort, because no matter what I say it doesn't make a difference. But you see, that's not going to happen. I can't go to anybody. And nobody wants to come to me.
Sometimes I wonder what would've happened if maybe I hadn't switched schools when I was ten. Maybe those relationships with the female friends I had would've turned into something more as I progressed through age. Unfortunately I chose to be home schooled, the first of my isolation and had I seen in coming then, probably would've chosen a different path. Instead, because of lack of parents at the time,, and though I didn't know it at the time, loneliness, the enemy had a chance to sink his claws in to my innocent self. Now pornography has tainted what I see when I see women, exasperating an already difficult problem. If only I hadn't turned on the television that fateful day I when I was about to turn thirteen.
I remember playing Harvest Moon and when you'd court the women, I'd think to myself I can't wait to get married one day. Now I sit here, 21 and single. Never had a girlfriend, not even a first kiss. Figured I'd be married by now, hopefully with kids. Instead I sulk when I know I should be praying. Be thankful that you're not hurting like me. All I can say is, someone please help me. Can you pray for me?