An Open Letter

I love being able to spend my days with E. Four months flew by in the blink of an eye, mostly because she has felt like she’s been with me my whole life.

So about that, it’s 3:45. I do think however one nice thought from today was that I should set my goal in league to be hitting a certain number of games, rather than a certain rank.

Holy shit. I’m so happy E is here.

I did nothing today. Not even the gym. I honestly feel pretty ashamed and bad.

I feel like I’ve written about this before, but I had a really really good gym session with E today. We left around midnight, and it was 1 hr 40 minutes of legs, including 4 sets of bulgarian split squats. I felt so fucking alive. I almost cried at home while I told E about music and just art overall. Fuck man I’m happy to be alive.

Me and T just played a ton of arena and for the first time I kinda stopped trying so hard to win and was doing stupid shit like paladin ashe, or attack speed zilean. We actually ended up doing pretty damn good, and I ended with an ADAPt + master of duality katarina game, and I just checked and saw that I hit masters on arenasweats! It’s silly but I’m happy haha.

E on call released whatever was trapped in Pandora’s box, and I put it into a discord soundboard clip as soon as possible. Also I’m starting to feel like myself again which is nice, and I’ve set my goal to be solve one rubiks cube blindfolded this month.

I guess just a day of plans of things to do helped, along with the gym. It wasn’t a flawless day at all, but it’s enough for me to feel ok again.

God I just want reprieve. I hate the fact that my mind keeps filling not just blank space, but overwriting my own voice with visions of killing myself, and I hate that it gives me peace.

I don’t know what to say. It’s not that it hurts this bad but genuinely that I don’t know what to say. It doesn’t help I’m this depressed right now. I wanna lash out so bad, and so I guess this is my avenue for it.

I feel like I shouldn’t have to be in this painful position to begin with. Why does she have to have ex lovers keep coming back up some way or another. Today another one sent her a message, and she said she was going to block him over a week ago. And I guess she never did, and so she responds like nothings wrong. I fear I only found out because she was playing games with me right next to me, and she knew I saw the notification. No mention of how she said she would block him and nothing had happened. She said she just forgot, and also said that he was a close friend even though they don’t talk often. It’s painful not because of that, but because of the 180 in direction. I feel mad at myself and then her for the fact that I gave her so much credit and trust for saying this on her own, on how she wanted to put her past behind her and she was going to do this. But now I feel like a fucking idiot for believing her. I wonder now if she even blocked the other person on instagram or any other platforms now. Or if she even blocked him. I just don’t know what to believe anymore. And what was before that built trust of her saying something and me trusting her on it is now back to this skepticism and fear that site on my chest like a stone. I honestly am tired from looking at things through the other persons lens, I feel hurt by this. I feel uneasy and uncomfortable with not feeling like my emotional security is valued. And writing that out makes me wonder if that’s a me problem.

I don’t really know the answer to that question, but I feel like if I am to be mentally strong against things that hurt my emotional security that means that I cannot value the person who did those stuff to me in the first place. But also I need to recognize with depression things are much more different than they seem. I don’t know what to think or what to feel anymore. I know I want to be with her, but I wonder why I feel like this for what seems so often. I know that depression plays tricks, but they look quite real.