Hits like a truck
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.