ALittleBurden
Tens of personalities wearing one trench coat
- Aug 19, 2019
- 105
The story of our friendship (1.), recent events (2.), my current situation (3.) and the way the future can go (4.) are one huge mess... I'm writing this post mostly for myself, so I want to include everything that's on my mind, but for the convenience of those who may want to read this I've separated it into those 4 parts, as well as I've hidden any unnecessary stuff as spoilers.
~ Since that thread ended up being INCREDIBLY FUCKING LONG here's a "Too Long; Won't Read" version:
Now, fuck me, let's get into this...
1. Our history in a nutshell goes like this: we've met over 2 years ago on the internet (our entire relation is online only). We got along quickly, we were both depressed and didn't had a lot of other people that could be there for us; all of this caused our relationship do develop at a pretty fast rate. It meant a lot for him as he valued my support more than I ever thought it would... And at some point he fell in love with me...
That's where the fun begins, especially since not only I don't love him back, but I'm generally unable to grow any attachment to anyone
, what often makes me a harsh company
. We weren't talking a lot about it though. Usually when the topic had an occasion to come up I'd change the subject, often like a dickhead, so eventually we were both avoiding it. It stayed like that for a long time, until recently.
2. Lately it appeared that this emotional burden became heavier for him, becoming unbearable at its peaks. He started to mention love more often, sometimes casually, sometimes seriously, from time to time expressing a lot of pain. This marked the end of our sweet denial - up until now I was telling myself that what he feels is really just a light friend-love, and as long as we're good buds, it's all going to be ok; while he was hoping I may still find in my heart the same emotion he carries in his... but now we knew neither of these versions were true. The time has come, when we had to settle it once and for all.
He simply asked me if there's a way we could be together, and I straight off said "no". He only asked me for some time in peace so he can get over it. It's safe to say that this one question turned out to be the most significant moment of our story, unfortunately I really wasn't aware of it. Only after few days I started to see how unusually insensitive I was, and yesterday I sent him a message. In it, I asked him to excuse me for breaking the silence, but I wanted to apologise for my lack of empathy and thank him for everything he has done for me; because I thought that will take some of the weight, which was caused by my cold rejection, away from his recovery.
He messaged me later that day and it seemed things were getting better really quickly. He gave some short, positive reply to my apologies, saying he'll be ok, and started some casual conversation. That calm atmosphere lasted even for today's midday.
Then I got a new message: it was pretty long and started off by saying that now he can finally give me a proper reply to those earlier apologies of mine. He explained how it's really tough for him and it will require more time of complete isolation, so naturally my interruption would be harmful.
All in all it sounded pretty hopeful, but there was still a last bit of this message ahead of me. He admitted that during last few days he started to consider suicide, so if three weeks will pass and I won't get any message - it will mean he's in a better place now.
3. Bang! Truth about his state has finally showed up to blast into my ignorance's face.
I'm no hypocrite - I'm not going to try to force him into staying here, especially since I myself plan on leaving some time this year, as soon as I can. I'm also not suddenly all in love and feeling that I can't lose him. I know who I am, that I could never understand what is he going through, and he knows better how he feels about his life (after all, love ,even though it triggered our current situation, isn't the only problem, he's been already depressed without it) and what's going to be best for him.
But even though this thread has been saying otherwise so far - I'm not always completely heartless either. I don't really have one personality; there are many different individuals living in my head, and although I can control my actions, it's not that easy with some thoughts and emotions.
Seeing that message was a huge shock. A shock that ripped me out of reality, starting a period of dissociation that will last for who knows how long. It impacted everything in my head, initiating a new kind of chaos. Being empathetic and getting attached aren't my skills, but even I can't be blind to the tragedy now.
It just makes me think how unlucky this poor fuck is... He shouldn't have met me, it happened by pure accident, but here we are... And it isn't even the full picture of my worries.
4. I actually believe there is some significant chance that he won't commit suicide now, but as I said earlier, I want to ctb soon. I can't take this anymore, I just want everything to be finally over, and the sole thought of not being able to kill myself gives me a panic attack, from mild to major. He doesn't know about it tho. There are many things I didn't ever want to tell him about, and they stayed untold forever. Even if he knew it wouldn't change much... The point is, as long as I could tell myself his love wasn't so deep and strong, I could tell myself he will make it through the loss. In cases when we were talking about death I would mention that if I were to die first, I want him to live his best life, because it always seemed to me that there is a hope for him to live happily. If he said that he wouldn't want to, I would put emphasis on how this is what I want, because - again - I believe in him and in what he can achieve. But now...
It's all so fucked up I can't believe it's reality. The only person I allowed to get a bit closer to me (and I still kept a pretty huge fucking distance - there are really many things he doesn't know about me, because opening up would bring our connection to a serious level, with that being said - I honestly wouldn't even call our relationship profound, that's why I could never see how much it can affect his life) is now facing the bus stop.
The one and only person I call my friend will pay with his life for me being broken.
It shouldn't be like this but that's the reality. I really can't comprehend how did we ended up here. How could all of this even happen...? Once again I wish I could close my eyes and just perish, because it's beyond my understanding how can life keep coming up with new atrocities.
I don't even know what will I do if he'll come back after those few weeks... I don't want him to know I'm suicidal. I don't want it to end this way, it's just not right, but the future seems to be sealed - we will both die. He will pay with his life for me being broken...
Also, sorry if it's hard to read, English isn't my native language, my brain's dead rn and I've been sitting over this for MANY hours, so even I lost the track of what's written in here.
One more thing, just in case: A., if you're seeing this and you recognise it's me, please don't read this. Just ignore me on this forum.
~ Since that thread ended up being INCREDIBLY FUCKING LONG here's a "Too Long; Won't Read" version:
I met my online friend two years ago. It was an accident but we got along as two depressed fucks with dark sense of humour. Unfortunately at some point he fell in love with me, and I can't even grow attachment to others. For a long time we ignored this subject and I strongly believed it's just the kind of love between friends and that it's nothing serious. Just recently shit got really serious. I realised that his love was way powerful then I expected and that this whole time he really hoped we could end up together. Finally, few days ago, we settled once and for all it's not going to happen. He then asked for some time alone, but yesterday I sent one last message just to cheer him up a bit. He later replied, acting like he was alright and we were normally chatting even today. This didn't last however. He explained what is he going through and that he needs bit of isolation. Unfortunately, he also admitted to having suicidal thoughts recently and that if I won't get a text after 3 weeks it means he's gone. Now, I do see chances that he's going to make it this time, however I don't think it will be possible when I'll ctb. I need to do it, I'll try as soon as I can, but it's just wrong that I will take him with me. He accidentally met someone as broken as me and now it's pushing him closer to the edge of life. He's going to pay with his life for me being broken. I can't understand how everything escalated to this point, I got shocked so much I'm currently in Dissociation Land™ and I have no idea wtf I'm going to do if he comes back. Woohoo!
Now, fuck me, let's get into this...
1. Our history in a nutshell goes like this: we've met over 2 years ago on the internet (our entire relation is online only). We got along quickly, we were both depressed and didn't had a lot of other people that could be there for us; all of this caused our relationship do develop at a pretty fast rate. It meant a lot for him as he valued my support more than I ever thought it would... And at some point he fell in love with me...
That's where the fun begins, especially since not only I don't love him back, but I'm generally unable to grow any attachment to anyone
(I didn't straight off tell him that, since I didn't want him to worry about me even more; instead I watered it down, saying shit like how I can't really feel love, for no reason, "it's just how I am")
(to give you an idea of how badly it can be: since my personality is very unstable it can reach extreme behaviours - I sometimes feel I would have no problem with slaughtering everyone I know, or even get to point when I actually wish I could do it; and it's not something rare so I have to treat it as a completely valid version of myself; although I do my best not to show the entirety of this hatred)
2. Lately it appeared that this emotional burden became heavier for him, becoming unbearable at its peaks. He started to mention love more often, sometimes casually, sometimes seriously, from time to time expressing a lot of pain. This marked the end of our sweet denial - up until now I was telling myself that what he feels is really just a light friend-love, and as long as we're good buds, it's all going to be ok; while he was hoping I may still find in my heart the same emotion he carries in his... but now we knew neither of these versions were true. The time has come, when we had to settle it once and for all.
(I need to get the fact, that I'm a fucking moron, off my chest here, haha! You see, that time would come up anyway - well, unless I'd fkn ctb first, hah - but in this very case it was my fault. That one time when the matter of emotions appeared on the horizon, instead of just avoiding it I tried to turn it into a joke. Needless to say it was a mistake, 'n' it triggered the discussion, which wouldn't happen otherwise. To make things worse I couldn't realise how major the situation was, for a really long time; so while he was getting crushed, I was like "shit happens". Again, I know getting the issue of love straight was unavoidable, and it shouldn't have waited for so long in the first place, but I do have one question lurking in the back of my mind - if I wouldn't act this way at the time, could it all wait until some other moment, when it would be easier for him? Maybe yes, maybe not... I won't be thinking about it rn, it doesn't matter anyway...)
He messaged me later that day and it seemed things were getting better really quickly. He gave some short, positive reply to my apologies, saying he'll be ok, and started some casual conversation. That calm atmosphere lasted even for today's midday.
Then I got a new message: it was pretty long and started off by saying that now he can finally give me a proper reply to those earlier apologies of mine. He explained how it's really tough for him and it will require more time of complete isolation, so naturally my interruption would be harmful.
All in all it sounded pretty hopeful, but there was still a last bit of this message ahead of me. He admitted that during last few days he started to consider suicide, so if three weeks will pass and I won't get any message - it will mean he's in a better place now.
3. Bang! Truth about his state has finally showed up to blast into my ignorance's face.
He said that if he'll be gone then he wants me to just forget about him and continue living my life. My first reaction was to get him to talk about this, but I felt it wouldn't work or it'd even make things harder, and I should let him be alone as he wishes, so I only had short goodbyes, saying that I would never forget about him.
I'm no hypocrite - I'm not going to try to force him into staying here, especially since I myself plan on leaving some time this year, as soon as I can. I'm also not suddenly all in love and feeling that I can't lose him. I know who I am, that I could never understand what is he going through, and he knows better how he feels about his life (after all, love ,even though it triggered our current situation, isn't the only problem, he's been already depressed without it) and what's going to be best for him.
But even though this thread has been saying otherwise so far - I'm not always completely heartless either. I don't really have one personality; there are many different individuals living in my head, and although I can control my actions, it's not that easy with some thoughts and emotions.
Seeing that message was a huge shock. A shock that ripped me out of reality, starting a period of dissociation that will last for who knows how long. It impacted everything in my head, initiating a new kind of chaos. Being empathetic and getting attached aren't my skills, but even I can't be blind to the tragedy now.
It just makes me think how unlucky this poor fuck is... He shouldn't have met me, it happened by pure accident, but here we are... And it isn't even the full picture of my worries.
4. I actually believe there is some significant chance that he won't commit suicide now, but as I said earlier, I want to ctb soon. I can't take this anymore, I just want everything to be finally over, and the sole thought of not being able to kill myself gives me a panic attack, from mild to major. He doesn't know about it tho. There are many things I didn't ever want to tell him about, and they stayed untold forever. Even if he knew it wouldn't change much... The point is, as long as I could tell myself his love wasn't so deep and strong, I could tell myself he will make it through the loss. In cases when we were talking about death I would mention that if I were to die first, I want him to live his best life, because it always seemed to me that there is a hope for him to live happily. If he said that he wouldn't want to, I would put emphasis on how this is what I want, because - again - I believe in him and in what he can achieve. But now...
It's all so fucked up I can't believe it's reality. The only person I allowed to get a bit closer to me (and I still kept a pretty huge fucking distance - there are really many things he doesn't know about me, because opening up would bring our connection to a serious level, with that being said - I honestly wouldn't even call our relationship profound, that's why I could never see how much it can affect his life) is now facing the bus stop.
The one and only person I call my friend will pay with his life for me being broken.
It shouldn't be like this but that's the reality. I really can't comprehend how did we ended up here. How could all of this even happen...? Once again I wish I could close my eyes and just perish, because it's beyond my understanding how can life keep coming up with new atrocities.
I don't even know what will I do if he'll come back after those few weeks... I don't want him to know I'm suicidal. I don't want it to end this way, it's just not right, but the future seems to be sealed - we will both die. He will pay with his life for me being broken...