A Confession
Okay, so over the past days I've been noticing some.. things, which I want to state here. They most certainly don't have anything to do with BZPower, or the members here, and I most certainly don't want to be annoying or sound whiny. So if you're not interested, you may take the chance and leave right now. Or not even click to read this entry. I warned you.
You still with me? Good. Then I'll try to keep this short and simple. I don't feel like I'm good at living right now. What that menas? I am, once again, not able to live up to my own expectations. I forget things I've written down everywhere. I only think of them when it's way too late.
This leads to problems with the people around me. and this leads to me pulling back from any social contacts, which leads to misery. Not that anyone would miss me, anyway.
I'd guess it's some kinda burn-out thingie, but I doubt it. I seriously do, for I know I tend to over-analyze myself. I've already diagnosed myself with all wierd kinds of awkwardnesses as well as madness and other things.
I feel lonely in class. Due to my behavior I've lost another 'friend', and I know she complains behind my back, and talks stuff about me. Okay, I guess in a way I deserve it. But from what I've experienced I can expect that the others will ignore me even more than before, for she is the one who fits in better.
Hey, yay, I'm different, and even expecting acceptance? How can I expect to be liked? I mean, I am sorry for not being like everyone else. I regret believing in loyalty, forgiveness, maybe even kindness? I'm sorry, I'll cut back on that. I'll stop being friendly and nice and helpful.
I'll stop trusting. Maybe this time for real. (just in case you didn't notice, the above paragraph was meant sarcastic) But about the trusting part... I seriously trust others way too easily. I also tend to believe that if I try hard enough they might like me someday. And even though I know they never will, I try. Do you know how much I'm longing for a 'normal' life, including being part of a clique in class, including being accepted by the mass? Yet I refuse to change myself to achieve that. I'm no actor. I'm probably not even an artist.
So why am I writing this blog entry? To whine about my life? To hear that I'm not mad, that everything's alright? Maybe. I don't know. I don't know what is really going on. As said, I pull away from them. I'm fleeing to my mind. The only place where I still have control.
Expect to see some art from me soon.
Also, thanks a lot for reading through this all quite messed up stuff. Should you have any advice, I'd be more than grateful to hear it (or read, in this case).
Yours,
Taka Nuvia
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