This heat has been getting to me. I wake up with headaches in the middle of the night. It’s been happening for the last three nights. And it hurts even more now. I ‘spose that’s not good.
I really can’t figure out a lot of things. After all these years, I still don’t know why I do the things I do. Yes, I know I’m good at making friendships. But I’m also very good at knowing exactly what to do to mess everything up. I’ve done it all the time. And never do I really think it through.
Just like how I’m really good at striking up a really easy going conversation, I just the same am really good at striking up the most hurtful things.
That is the thing I hate the most about myself. After all these years, it’s been proven in just this one day that I really haven’t grown up at all. I’m really as immature as I was three, five, six years ago.
… This headache really isn’t letting go. It’s like this throbbing at the lower back of my skull…
Maybe it’s a powertrip that I get on. Maybe it’s some sick idea that I find pleasure in knowing that I have complete control over these situations and I can flex it however I’d like. I mean… plenty of people do it all the time. But to be honest… I don’t really know if I truly DON’T find pleasure in it… I mean… what if I really do? I suppose that makes me a bad person.
Sometimes I know I’m wrong, and I still do it anyway. Sometimes I know it’s going to be a stab, but I still do it anyway. I’m just as stubborn as the people that I hate. I guess I don’t know why I find a need to prove the point that I need to prove. I have so much pride that I just can’t LOSE. I hate being looked down on… I hate the idea of being taken advantage of. I’m just SO defensive and I just won’t back down. God… this is SUCH an internal problem…
I’ve reverted back.
No, it’s merely been repressed and I really haven’t gotten any better at all. It’s tough. And it’s so fucking frustrating. It’s just so FRUSTRATING. I’ve spent the last year trying to change… I’ve spent the last year slowly unlearning all the automatic reactions I always did before. All the snappy comments, all the rude words, all the bad tones. I thought I’ve gotten a lot better. I thought I’ve really grown. But I hate that I still have so much of that energy still in me.
I’m one of those people that need constant positive feedback in order to know, in order to lose the doubts, that I’m doing well. This has been an internal struggle that so very few people know about that I never have any outside indication of whether or not I’m doing well or not. The only way I know is by the amount of time between one negative outburst to the next. I suppose I should know and trust my own instincts but… how do I do that when I’m the one fighting with myself? And I don’t even know if it’s gotten better or if I’m simply repressing it to let it all come out in one big event…
I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know how to get better. How does one unlearn and reverse something that has been learned since they were 8 years old?
They said what I did today was brave to do. But they don’t know that… sadly enough… I’m used to making up. So many times now I’ve had to undo the things I’ve said and done. Yes, I learn every time. And yes, I truly feel regretful, guilty, shameful, and immature every time. I guess I’ve learned to be good at apologizing. I’ve always been lucky though… I’ve always had the fortune of having forgiving people around me.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
Please understand that I’m a child still learning how to grow up.