3am thinking about never chasing anyone again...
I'd have no one if I wasn't forcing it? Begging to be heard? Explaining myself over and over hoping the truth is eventually believable?
I'm trying so hard to be good to others when ultimately they don't need it and will turn their back when it's easiest?
What is real?
And what about me?
When do I matter? When are my needs even considered? Am I not a person too?
I don't understand at all and I just want to retreat. I should never chase again. I should never force myself into something dangerous for my nervous system, even when I understand. Even when I could help. It doesn't change anything, I just end up empty with fresh disappointment.
And I guess if no one is considering what that does to me, I shouldn't be considering how they feel either?
I wish I wasn't this way. Because the hardest part is knowing I'm a good lover, a healer and also knowing it doesn't mean anything except I need to be a better protector of myself. Then do I turn my back? What does that accomplish? But what happens if I don't chase? I lose either way.
Join them in stifling myself or starve trying to love them?
Nobody knows. Nobody will be real about it. And this is why I find trees, rocks and bugs and animals infinitely more hospitable and joyful to be around. Real.
I guess we're all alone in our own truth.
I'm trying so hard to be good to others when ultimately they don't need it and will turn their back when it's easiest?
What is real?
And what about me?
When do I matter? When are my needs even considered? Am I not a person too?
I don't understand at all and I just want to retreat. I should never chase again. I should never force myself into something dangerous for my nervous system, even when I understand. Even when I could help. It doesn't change anything, I just end up empty with fresh disappointment.
And I guess if no one is considering what that does to me, I shouldn't be considering how they feel either?
I wish I wasn't this way. Because the hardest part is knowing I'm a good lover, a healer and also knowing it doesn't mean anything except I need to be a better protector of myself. Then do I turn my back? What does that accomplish? But what happens if I don't chase? I lose either way.
Join them in stifling myself or starve trying to love them?
Nobody knows. Nobody will be real about it. And this is why I find trees, rocks and bugs and animals infinitely more hospitable and joyful to be around. Real.
I guess we're all alone in our own truth.



