First, I would like to apologize in advance for my somewhat weird English, I’m from a country in Central Europe. I seek your advice because I feel lost.
Thank you very much for reading this in advance.
Even when I’m writing t...
First, I would like to apologize in advance for my somewhat weird English, I’m from a country in Central Europe. I seek your advice because I feel lost.
Thank you very much for reading this in advance.
Even when I’m writing these words, I feel quite nervous and ashamed of myself feeling this way. One could say I’m ashamed of being always ashamed. I don’t see any real value in myself.
I’m almost 28 years old and never had a relationship. There was one man, whom I felt affectionate for but my love was unrequited. I even made a fool of myself in front of my friends (a not very big circle of friends). This happened several years ago and I started to avoid these people. I don’t talk to them anymore.
If people try to get closer to me I tend to push them away. Whenever a man tries to form a relationship with me I scare him away (luckily there were not many attempts). I lye that I’m not single, or find some other excuse. I can’t stand the thought of someone touching me ‘that way’. Once I got a love-letter from a nice boy, it was a romantic poem, but when I read it all I felt was fear. I was terrified. I threw it out as soon as it was possible.
The same thing happens if a man tries to contact me on a social networking site.
I feel sorry for the men, they are usually nice people who deserve someone better than me.
My social circle only contains of my closest family: my parents and my sister. We live together but they know nothing about my thoughts. I can’t even properly express my love to them. Yet I don’t wish to move away because then I would be completely alone. The very thought of moving away from my parents scares me. And what will happen if something happens to them? I think I could not live any longer. I’m like a leech.
I work at a supermarket, so I have to deal with a lot of people. I’m trying to be very nice and friendly with them, I’m smiling most of the time, but inside my head I sometimes wish they would all just go away and leave me alone. When I’m feeling offended by them I get very-very angry inside and hate them so much. The anger just burns and burns sometimes even for hours and I can not let it burst out. All I can do is to stand there and smile. Many costumers think that I’m a nice cashier they even praise me sometimes, but I just feel the guilt and a dark hole in my chest.
To ease the frustration I hit myself for punishment (at home). For being bad. Disrespectful. I write words on my skin with a pen (like: bad, dirty).
Sometimes I wish I would be a robot so I would not feel anything and just vegetate away.
I don’t tend to go out much, I usually sit in front of my PC and surf the net or watch movies. These deal as great distraction, so I don’t have to focus on reality. When watching a movie I’m comletely absorbed in it, and I really tend to forget about my problems. But the movies end eventually and everything comes back.
Well, the movies don’t end completely actually, I use them as fuel for the fantasy world in my head.
I really love to seek refugee in there, where I’m a lot more dependable, lovable and pretty. That is my safe haven. But lately the imagined scenes have become more bloody and violent. I inflickt grave injuries to myself (or a different character does this to me). Yet I can’t stop this and it somewhat satisfies me imagining my own blood flowing around me. Whenever I feel down, I travel to this bloody imaginary world and go berserk there. Sometimes I even imagine killing myself.
From the outside it looks like I’m just randomly sitting before my PC or doing everyday cores (cleaning etc.).
Some time ago I tried to talk to a friend about my feelings, about the anger. He said this is normal, I’m just jealous.
Is this really normal? If it is, than I’m the most horrible person on Earth.
Thank you very much for taking your time and reading these lines.
A. I