Dear diary.
You and I haven't been getting along well lately, have we? Nope, not at all. In fact, if it hadn't been for this, I wouldn't even be writing in you right now. I'd be sleeping, which is honestly something I would much prefer.
This is shaping up to be another one of
those posts again, isn't it?
Don't care, hah.
Anyways. I had a dream, just now. I don't want to go into details... But it involved someone, a 'someone' that shocked me. It was completely out of nowhere and just so... Strange, for me to dream about that person. In this strange dream-world, feelings were involved, real life feelings between me and that other individual... And I don't understand it. Or maybe I just don't
want to understand the implications behind such a dream.
I'm a loner. This much is easy to tell. I basically breathe and live loneliness, more often than not by my own hand. I push most people away, and I rarely do make 'good' friends, be it online or offline. In fact, other than my roommate... At the current time, I've pretty much ceased my daily interactions with people altogether. This means that I don't talk to anyone on a daily basis. I have no social contacts whatsoever with someone that I would consider a 'friend' in any respect, I'm by myself, left to my own devices, and I actually hide from people in one way or another.
I try to tell myself that maybe it's because I'm more comfortable that way. That I literally
seek loneliness. That I do not need company, or other people, or social interactions. I
want to keep that state of mind, to be this, I
want to be a goddamn hermit, with no care in the world, who can live by himself and be damn fine with it. With no goal or purpose, just living for the sake of living, enjoying my life for what it is, no matter how simple and effortless it is.
But am I? The fact that I have this kind of dream makes me question it. It's just a dream, of course... And it's a dream about someone I've pushed/been pushing away. I say that we're friends, but do I really mean it? I want to mean it, but friends... Friends is a difficult thing to me, isn't it? Either way, the dream is dumb, to think that a relationship could work between me and that person is utter madness. To think that a relationship between me and
anyone could work is utter madness.
So many things about me that pushes people away, that would make them think thrice about getting into something serious with me. So many things that I refuse to budge on. I'm not an attractive option, to say the least. And I say that in a strictly mental term... Although my physique is far from ideal as well, isn't it?
And yet, when I have this kind of dream... In the dream, it feels good. To simply have a
chance, to have someone else, someone who might listen to me, who might be there for me, who might actually love me for who I am. That's certainly a lot of 'might'. But it's a good feeling, at least for as long as the dream lasts... Then it ends, and I'm left with nothing but a blank void, and it feels like there was something there before, something that I didn't think I had, a
want that I keep telling myself I don't have, only for this kind of thing to happen.
I want to be an island. I so desperately want to be my own island. But I'm doing a pretty poor job of it... I guess it's true what they say,
'no man is an island'.
So, what am I going to do about it?
Probably nothing. I'm going to keep playing this little game with myself, this little cryptic game in where I avoid people, hide, push them away. I'm going to leave this little message here in my journal, instead of communicating directly to people. Because the only person who's comfortable with my thoughts is myself. Only when speaking to myself, can I put all of this into words. Words on a black font with white letters... Words that will eventually be read by others. But when I write this... I don't write it for others, I write it for myself. I write to myself. But I do want others to see it.
... I do.
Fuck, I just wrote that. I didn't even think about it, I just did. I
do want others to know my thoughts. So I guess in a way... No. I don't know. God. Maybe this is just a really pathetic cry out, a shameless, stupid call for help. Help that I literally
know I will do everything in my power to avoid, to push away, to simply make
gone.
This is devolving, isn't it? Turning into something else. A rant, a messed jumbled nonsensical garble of thoughts. And I am left thinking of one simple line from a game I play... One very simple, silly line, that keeps popping up in my mind as I wrote this, as I write this.
This.
I fear to think of what will become of me left to my own devices. I can feel a distinct tug in my mind as I keep doing what I do day in, day out. I've already thought about the worst possibilities that my mind might bring... And it can be frightening. It's not pretty in there, and far too often, I have dark thoughts that come out of nowhere, things that don't make sense, and that I'm fully aware don't make any sense... Things that a normal human being shouldn't think about.
But I know. I know that if someday those things start making sense, that if I can start justifying these thoughts with my own irrevocably fucked up logic, no matter how screwy and twisted it might be... Then I will have lost. And then... I don't even want to think about what will happen. But I do think about it, don't I? I always do. I just don't
want to think about it. And I don't want others to think that I think about it.
I don't want others to see me for who I truly am. I want to be someone that I'm not... And to convince myself that I am, I need to convince others of it first. But when I win, when I truly win, when I convince myself. Then I will have lost. I will have lost this little game that I play with myself... I will have achieved my objective, I will have
won, but that victory, in every single sense of the term, will be a
loss.
That dream, that I had... Is my mind trying desperately to hold on to some hope that I can be... Happy? Not alone? Sane? It's a dream that tries to fight off who I am attempting to be, despite myself. What I am making myself become. What... I...
... I need to go back to sleep. I think I've made my point at this point. I understand now, I've put it into words. My thoughts are always most clear when I'm tired. I wrote this so that I could understand myself. I wrote it for myself... And I understand. To write things down makes them so much clearer.
I wish I could speak with such clarity when speaking with others... But I am only comfortable thinking in such a way when I'm left alone with myself. Heh.
In the end... I wonder what will become of me? Will I find someone that will be able to keep me from myself? Will I find someone who'll be able to keep up with all of the hiding and shoving that I do to push people away from me? No human being should have to put up with that. No one should have to feel unwanted. And I am pretty much the essence of that... I have no doubt that anyone I've ever called a friend has felt unwanted by me at one point or another. I meant it, I always mean it... But in the end, I will always do my best to keep people away from me. Because it's what I do. Why? I don't know. I just do it, and I've come to accept that fact. It would take someone incredibly stubborn to get through to me. And it's just not worth it.
I don't understand why I do the things I do. And I try to convince myself that I want the way I am, that I live... But in the end, everything is a lie. A lie that I have to convince myself of, that I will try my best to convince myself of, no matter what. I will continue upon this path, even consciously knowing that it will lead to nothing but disaster. I am my own worst enemy, and my own best friend. I am me. I really, really love me. But god, do I really fucking hate me.
I am the harbinger of my own destruction. And I blissfully and ignorantly accept this with open arms.
Dear diary... I'm going to have to close you now. Otherwise, this will just keep going on and on. My train thought will never end. So I will simply close it here, close this chapter with this non-ending. Sucks, doesn't it?