I'm putting this in a spoiler because I really don't want to look at it later when I'm in a good mood. Also, sorry everyone, it's not like me to post up sad feelings things, and I should really stop staying up late because that's usually when I get upset like this. I'm fine during the day. It's weird. Whatever. Upset Rant: :
Okay, I’m just warning everyone right now that this is a rant. And I’m just ranting at the world because I need to get this stuff off my chest. Because it’s on my mind right now, and if I wait until tomorrow or the next day or the next day then I’ll just drop the problem. Like it’s no big deal. I was wrong about it being a big deal.
Because I’m really angry right now. Angry at myself, angry at the world, just angry. And upset. And telling other people stuff like this really isn’t something that I usually do, for reasons stated below, and I’m sorry that I’m interrupting my lovely happy scrapbook with this wall of anger and unhappiness. Even I get upset sometimes. (Wow, I’m even nice when I’m mad. Maybe this is why people can just walk all over me.) And I’m usually so good at staying happy, because I just don’t understand how people can go through life letting everything bother them. I just can’t understand. Nothing against people that are like that, everyone works differently, but it’s just not who I am. But there are still things that stick, and bother me. And I never talk about anything and it all builds up and really hurts after a while. But I’m good at forgetting. (And I’m going to feel like the biggest f-ing idiot tomorrow for posting this up. Because there will be something wrong with it.) Wow, I haven’t even gotten into anything yet. The basic thing is, I’m always wrong. That’s what it boils down to. I always do something that’s wrong, or say something that’s wrong, or feel a certain way that’s wrong. For example, often times I find myself feeling like no one else in my life really gives a shit about how I feel about anything. Like I just don’t matter to them. But you know, there’s this that one person did, and that that another person did, all of which was nice, and showed that they cared, and oh no, I’m wrong. I’m wrong for feeling this way, so what’s the use of bringing it up when I’m just going to be wrong? But then I think, well, I feel this way so I can’t be wrong. There has to be a reason why. There has to be a reason and these feelings do matter. But they don’t. They don’t even matter to me. I spend more time defending other people then I do myself. (Because god forbid I actually tell someone else they’ve done something wrong for once.) And I’d tell people, but I’m just so scared, I’m scared that I’ll be wrong, and then how I feel will matter even less. Because I did something wrong, not them. I don’t matter. All that matter are their feelings. Because mine are wrong. And sometimes, I just feel like it wouldn’t matter if I told other people when they hurt me. Because I don’t matter. Because it would upset them. Because then I’ll feel guilty. Sometimes, I feel like people think everything I say is wrong, and everything I think is wrong, and if I disagree with them, well, I’m wrong. And it makes me feel like an idiot. How can I not when everything I say has to be corrected? Or when I say something it’s just ignored? Like it doesn’t even matter and why did I even open my mouth to begin with? And it’s always been this way. With everyone I’ve known ever since I was young. My sister only cared about herself, my friends only cared about themselves, and now I can’t help but feel like this about people I know now. They talk and talk and don’t give me the chance to speak. (Which is amazing because I’m quite the loudmouth. It’s how I have a miraculous record for saying some of the stupidest shit in the world.) And I feel pressured to do things, and I’ve been working on not giving in and going and doing something I don’t want to. But it’s hard because I’ve never had friends that I regularly hung out with as a child. I’m not used to dealing with these kinds of social situations, and it just makes things harder for me, because I just feel so behind everyone else and I don’t know what to do. (I especially get this feeling from some members of a club I’m not sure if I’m part of at the moment. (Stuff happened.) But I like them a lot and they’re good people and they’re really nice to me otherwise and they really want to include me in things and it seems like they like me and that makes me so happy and I just feel so bad turning down their kindness. And I really do like them, I do, but sometimes I just feel swept under the rug.) And this is sad because I was in such a good mood earlier today, and I had so much fun today and I really need to stop staying up until whatever time it is now, because it always seems that when I get sad it’s around this time. I have too much time to think. Also maybe sleep deprivation. I’m starting to feel better now that I’ve gotten this out. So I’m going to stop this pity party now. And go to bed. Goodnight everyone. |