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I will face my fate.
- Jun 16, 2024
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I noticed something. There are people who I have really hurt me. People who have likely contributed to the way I feel now. And yet, despite that, I do not have any hateful feelings for these people.
When I think about what happened, in every single scenario, I always see myself as the problem. I dont blame others for any of it. But something has been nagging at me: would I be happier if I did?
I have been told on a number of occasions that I have a tendency to turn my negative feelings towards myself. I think there is some truth to this. When I think about people that I know who I don't like, I don't really have anyone in particular. The only person I hate is myself.
Perhaps I ought to blame others. Perhaps I should hate them instead of myself. Maybe it would make me feel better. But there is something inside me, something I don't understand, that prevents me from doing so. For some reason, I just can't convince myself that I was not the problem. That they also did something wrong. I don't really understand it.
However, I cannot help but feel that it is better for me to hate myself instead of others. Hating other people⦠blaming them for the way things went, and the choices they made⦠it just doesn't sit right with me. Maybe I am simply too twisted to see anyone other than myself as a problem.
I remember so much, from so long ago. When I tell people about these things, they are often surprised that I still think about such things. That I remember them. I wonder if those people who I knew so long ago remember what happened. I kind of doubt it. I hope they don't.
I cannot help but wonder if this inability to blame anyone other than myself is why I am the way I am.
When I think about what happened, in every single scenario, I always see myself as the problem. I dont blame others for any of it. But something has been nagging at me: would I be happier if I did?
I have been told on a number of occasions that I have a tendency to turn my negative feelings towards myself. I think there is some truth to this. When I think about people that I know who I don't like, I don't really have anyone in particular. The only person I hate is myself.
Perhaps I ought to blame others. Perhaps I should hate them instead of myself. Maybe it would make me feel better. But there is something inside me, something I don't understand, that prevents me from doing so. For some reason, I just can't convince myself that I was not the problem. That they also did something wrong. I don't really understand it.
However, I cannot help but feel that it is better for me to hate myself instead of others. Hating other people⦠blaming them for the way things went, and the choices they made⦠it just doesn't sit right with me. Maybe I am simply too twisted to see anyone other than myself as a problem.
I remember so much, from so long ago. When I tell people about these things, they are often surprised that I still think about such things. That I remember them. I wonder if those people who I knew so long ago remember what happened. I kind of doubt it. I hope they don't.
I cannot help but wonder if this inability to blame anyone other than myself is why I am the way I am.