not good, terrible. i think i’m tired of saying i’m good. maybe i’m too good at masking and distracting. maybe i struggle to spend time alone because my mind seems to have 100 things on it at the same time and being in another’s presence takes it all away. maybe i’m addicted to another human’s presence. i keep thinking back to that one
day where i just wanted to feel someone’s presence. that’s probably how i ended up calling redacted while he played his game. sometimes i crave connection, or maybe lot of the times and i am unable to say it. i’m scared of needing people. and i fucking hate it. i’m expressive as fuck (i think) but i’m also so so fucking scared of laying it out there. that maybe i’m not happy or high energies as i portray myself to be.
9 apr…. night. i remember i had a hell of a day, and there i was at 1am still wanting to be in someone’s presence. something about talking to new people all day, i remember the mental stress i had. i had a 2359 group report due for stats. then i still had more shit due it was fucking terrible really. the day before that i was preparing to meet my advisor with my friend at coffee bean. god it was a crazy and awfully packed week.
there is something about just sitting in the comfort of someone’s presence after an incredibly tiring day. it releases something me. idk what it is.
often i can’t help but think what if majority of my life wasn’t in someone else’s company. life feels too daunting and too tiring for me to bear it alone. i like feeling having someone with me, even it they may not share my load, comforts me like a heavy weighted blanket.
choked up on emotions, getting called out always feels like a splash of cold water that i need.
ACCOUNTABILITY, it seems like a repeating word i can throwing at myself. it’s like playing squash, i keep struggling with fighTing the fucking ball and it just comes back to hit me like a bitch each time harder and harder. i thought ricochet hits got softer with time, why does this one seem to hit harder each time?friend vs acquaintance – that seemed to really sting. i do enjoy making friends yes and many of them seem to still in the budding process. maybe 23 years of building friendships have not taught me enough. my friends encourage me when it comes to the gym life, diet wise – they love to say cheat day bc they know i love food.
but i know i’m the issue. i make excuses for myself repeatedly. im tired – who isn’t.
why can’t i show up for myself? show up to something i want to work on – for myself? i can’t seem to fucking take accountability and be stricter on myself. it’s a pattern i need to break.
ok so i threw out my emotions at auntie that seems to be a recurring pattern lol shit me. it happens especially when i had a shitty day and looking for food. if i’m extra unhappy i nag about something food related at home. why does everything seem to circle back to food hahaha
also i fucking hate being measured. in all sense of the word. weight. yuck. grades. yuck. maybe the only one i like is how much i lift. cuz it’s something i put work in and something i struggled in and got better at. being bad at things is hard.
i keep measuring myself to standards of the world when i know full well is corporate 9-5 is not for me. idk what my purpose is but it’s sure as hell NOT in the corporate sector. maybe somewhere in the sustainability of social sector. mayhaps. the future has much in store for me. for us.
i’m also terribly bad at voicing out my needs. fuck