Monday, Jul. 04, 2005 - 1:27 p.m. I was up to my old tricks again this weekend. I thought I could be stronger than that and not cave in. "Do you see it as caving in?" I said maybe not, but really, it was. I guess I can't really say why that's a bad thing, but in my mind I think it is, so it is. "but I remember everything All my old bullshit comes back to me, the same stupid thing I did time and time again to feel like I was important to someone, for even a few hours. It's a bit of a sick fantasy. So now, I'm an empty, detached socket that leads nowhere and connects to nothing. The extra plug somewhere that no-one uses because it's behind the dresser and you can't get to it. "my sweetest friend He's gone, they're all gone, none of them stay for long. The ones that did stay went in the end anyway. It's a pattern I'm used to. I have come to expect it. I guess it's not so shocking for me that way. It's safer, because I already know the outcome before it happens. "and you could have it all So what do I have to offer? I have attachment issues, abandonment issues, I'm completely independent, I need no-one, I'm afraid of everything, I have very little real confidence, I'm untidy and haven't an adequate kitchen supply. All my active pursuits are solitary things: writing, reading, running, snowboarding. Even acting is very alone by nature. You're alone with your head and heart reacting to the world and other actors around you and there's a social aspect, but it's all so very superficial. It's me against the world. I have no need for someone else. So they don't feel needed, perhaps. I should let them carry my bags. "I will let you down I do just as much running. As anyone else. I condemn the runners, but I had a writer a little while back that seemed willing to go there, and I didn't want it. I didn't follow. I just ignored him and then he went away. I haven't even given him back his book. I don't miss him, not at all. I feel guilty sometimes, but for the most part, I don't care. And that makes me horrible. "upon my liar's chair And I am a liar. I lie to myself on a daily basis. In both directions. I tell myself I'm good, I tell myself I'm bad, and it's all lies. And I lie to them too, "No, I'm not interested in more than this. No, I'm fine, this is fine, I want to do this." Lies. And I'm so far into them that they abstract my movements, they colour everything I do and I can't seem to change that pattern. "if I could start again If I could roll back time to when I was 13. Ten, even. If I could just find myself then and change two little things. I know what those things are, and they are such small beginnings. The patterns start somewhere and if I could just change those two things early in my life, oh god how things would be different now. How I would be so different in ways that I know would be good. But we can't and I just keep doing the same old shit over and over again. It's either shut down or feel constant pain. Which is worse? Song - Hurt - Johnny Cash
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