If there’s something I’ve wanted to always lift from me and get off my chest it’s going to be this.
I’ll start off with saying “everyone” as I’ll use this as the key to my posting.
I tend to have this shitty magnetic field of pressure, why? People, simply put, people.
I live quite the frail life, I go through emotions, enjoy a game, meet a human, boom. It all begins. I understand this much, every human needs someone they can leech off of, whether emotion or not.
I guess maybe I’m a magnet for depression, it seems that everyone, literally fucking everyone.
I always end up meeting someone who tries to pull love, emotion, or anything they can out of me and it’s sickening. In the end they leave, you panic, cry, worry, vent, you just can’t ever wrap your head around what’s going on because they don’t contact you.
This starts my page of emotion, why? Why must everyone for me be someone who’s full of this dramatic sickness that gets off on just making you wonder if you fucked up or if they even meant anything they said.
“You’re face is too cute!” – Person says
“Heh, I appreciate that! You’ve got a pretty dope sense of humor, your taste of music, touch of personality, and that little dash of a smile you put on literally brightens my day.” – You the receiver
It seems neat right? The complete idea that maybe someone, just maybe someone is actually here to talk, if even for an hour maybe two. You know it just as I do, you’re gonna get caught up in this tide pool, as humans we feed off either attention or the idea that someone actually likes your company.
Ugh, I find it sickening at this point, you put yourself through it all, join the coaster, tomorrow nothing happens… In the end you suffer with the sad soul disease… If not one, let’s be real! It sure feels like it…
I hope you the reader enjoy this. I don’t, the thought tears me alive to think that the next person who walks up to me is going to turn into a monster and fuck my emotions.