"I talk to absolutely no one.
Couldn't keep to myself enough.
And the things bottled inside have finally begun
to create so much pressure that I’ll soon blow up.
I heard the reverberating footsteps
sinking up to the beating of my heart,
and I was positive that unless I got myself together,
I would watch me fall apart."
I feel like now, almost more than ever, I need a break. I know it's been worse. I know I should be feeling better, but that, on itself, can make me feel worst. Because everyone expects me to feel better. Everyone expects me to be all bubbly now I have a boyfriend. And I'm not even sure if I want this yet. He's the most amazing guy I've met, he treats me like I deserve to be treated, but I just don't know if I want that. Sometimes it's just too good and I can't stand it. I don't like it when things are just so certain. I can't stand to know exactly who it will happen. I know I can make this last for virtually as long as I want to. And that scares the hell out of me. Because that means that I can make mistakes. And I'm not used to that. I'm used to being shouted out and yelled at with every tiny mistake that I make. I'm used to being told that I need to think more, to be smarter, to work harder. With everything. And in a way, I like the challenge. It breaks me apart, makes me a wreck, but I like it. In a way, I like to feel miserable. I feel like I deserve it, since I've had such an easy life so far.
I feel like I can't even fail the right way. I can't have a full blown-out ED, I obcess about food as much as an anorexic, but I fat, huge, and I just keep gaining weight, because I just can't do it right and be consistent with either not eating or eating normally. I can't be a real cutter because I barely scratch my skin when I do cut, which I do with damn scissors, I can't even get myself to use a blade. I can't fail completely at music lessons, because I still get to pass. Barely, but I do. And I definitely can't fail as a girlfriend because no matter what I say, I can't hurt him. I can't get myself to do it. Not this time. He's just too special. And when I ridiculously try to attempt to it, he just forgives me. And I can't deal with that. I either have to be the best or the worst, I can't deal with averegeness.
Sometimes I still feel like I should die. I don't think anyone notices me that much. Despite being kinda "popular", I feel like no one knows me. Everyone imagines me as something that I am not, and sometimes I just can't fake it anymore. Because I fake it everyday. Everytime someone asks if everything is ok. Because people ask about how do I cope with everything, and I say I just manage to do it. But truth is, I don't. I can't cope with this. I break down so often, but I just can't get a hold on myself. Not anymore. Because holding on and manage to do it is what is expected from me.
And everyone is too blind to see that I'm not ok. And even if they notice it, they just ignore it, because the fact that I'm not ok would mean that I'm not perfect, that I'm broken, and that I couldn't be as promissing anymore, that I couldn't be so successful anymore, because no one would want me if I was broken. But I am. There IS something wrong. And I know it. And I just want someone to see it aswell. Not "see" it and ask me if I'm doing better, but realize that it won't get better that easily. That I'm not just faking this, and that I can't just stop, no matter how kind are your words, no matter how much information I have. It's something from inside and I just can't get myself together that easily. I need help. I'm aware of that. When will other people see it?
