I haven’t written in so long. It isn’t that I haven’t wanted to, but I just haven’t. I honestly think there is a correlation between me writing things out and the feelings that build up. I feel that sometimes I am too hard on myself and the people I love and it is a negative experience.
This entry will be all about what has been happening lately. I think people should read it and if they don’t then I guess that is that.
I want to preface this by apologizing. I know I said I wasn’t going to do that this year, but this is as sincere as I can make it. If you read this then you will understand.
I consider myself to be a person who is very ambiaverted. I like to go out and be social with people, but I have a level that is very introverted. If I push myself too much socially when I am at this point then I get overwhelmed. This is something I did not completely understand until this week. I have been crying, a lot. So much water coming out of my eyes, no wonder I am dehydrated. Haha (joke).No, but seriously, my feelings have been all over the place. That’s a lie, they have been in one place- deep down inside. I have been so sad this week. Not just sad, but sad sad. The kind of sad that people forget is an actual issue and instead try to romanticize it. It feels as though I am a house that everyone forgot to turn the utilities on for. Not quite. I don’t actually know how to say it so that other people can get the feeling just right. Just know that what I am feeling is down, dark, and restless.
At first I thought I was stressed. I have four papers due today, a quiz, an outside assignment I still have to do that was due Wednesday, and quizzes I am doing today so I don’t have to worry about them tomorrow. That is a lot when it is set down. I am stressed, but that is manageable, that is fine. This isn’t stress. Was it something that someone did? No, I have gone through that. I have actually been more at peace with the people I have been around than normal. So what is it?
It’s many things!!! (YAY!!! I hear you cheering, right?)
I have been sick, I didn’t go to a class and a meeting, I then stood in the rain with my backpack open, I then froze, I then ran across campus for something that was pointless, I tried for something that was pointless, I worked on something that equated to something pointless. Yes, I am sad. I am sad at the events, but I am sad because I am missing important things that I would normally do at this time of the year because of how busy I am and my lack of transportation. I don’t get to do certain things because it would require depending on other people and that would require working around their schedule because they aren’t as flexible. I am sad because I am going to look like an idiot taking a quiz I wasn’t able to study for, I am sad that my professor purposely made his tests harder because his students did well. I am sad because I am cold. I am sad because I am always sick or in pain. I am sad that I am always disappointing people. I am sad that the things I have been unable to do this week has resulted in a mountain. I am sad because I can’t instantaneously fix this. I am sad because I hate disappointing people. I hate when people are upset with me. I honestly cannot take it because it hurts my soul. I am sad that I cannot participate in class at times because my throat swells up and I forget what I was going to say and then run around in a circle and then end up saying the wrong thing.
This brings me to my next point. My anxiety has hit an all time high. I have been having it hit from all spots in my life. I am anxious at school, at home, when I am asleep. Nothing makes sense, but this is what has been happening. I am strung out. I am not even stressed about school anymore. I am stressed, but not.
Difficult, see what I mean? I can’t breathe, I break down at anything and everything. Yesterday I cried on my bathroom floor because Alyssa huffed at the game and I thought she was getting mad at me. I have befriended so many bathroom floors this week I think I should start paying rent. I can’t breathe. I am so angry. I am so miserable. I am pissed and frustrated and so, so, so sad.
So how does this tie into the reason I was apologizing? Well, I have not been able to do anything this week. I haven’t wanted to talk to anyone and being touched makes me cringe. It is so bad because I have reverted back to the way that if I say something and the person doesn’t know what I am talking about or if someone looks at me in a strange way then I get really panicky and just shut down. I have gone so inside myself that I don’t want anyone to talk to me. I have no motivation to do the things that I need to do, but I also have the high anxiety factor reminding me of the little amount of time I have left in order to get things out of the way and turned in on time. Example, if I have an assignment I forget I won’t send my professor an email because I freak out and shut down because in my mind they automatically don’t care. I cannot do this, but I have to. I am broken, but I am not done.
So, my friend who has somehow remained through all of this, thank you. Also, I’m sorry. Sorry for cancelling, for replying with one words, for averting my eyes when I see you looking because they are glassy from the rainstorm I just walked through. I’m sorry for wanting to run away, and actually doing so. I’m sorry that when I get like this I get so dark and narrow-minded that I can’t reciprocate the love that I know comes from you. I’m sorry that when I laugh you can hear the echo from the hallow chrome between my throat and my lungs. I’m at the point where when my phone vibrates it makes me feel sick because it means people need something. I’m sorry for not being involved. I’m sorry for being withdrawn.
I’m so sorry, my friend, I am.