eat me henger

i keep fucking up intimacy.  i'm too sensitive that i perceive most things as threats, and i'm too combative that i escalate hostilities whether real or imagined. it's a recipe for constant conflicts or eroding emotional distance. once again, i prove i have no business being an intimate partner. i'm thoroughly flawed and burdened by deep trauma. i'm convinced that has no room in any romantic relationship. so why the fuck am i forcing myself? i need a shit ton of work. it's probably insurmountable that i'm perhaps irredeemably broken at this point. coming to the conclusion that i should not dabble in any romance didn't come lightly. it's been painful to conclude that all of my flaws significantly outweigh the good i have. but it's better i contain that pain to myself rather than bringing in someone else to see the disappointment i truly am. i'm a positive presence when i play a limited role in people's lives. a temporary treasure, i call m...

i'm only dramatic when other people are involved.  either alone or detached, with the necessary psychoactive substances, i'm ruthlessly invincible. no fear of disappointing others. no one else to consider. nobody accountable to, except my own worst critic. just me and my mission to inch closer to greatness. and in a story of one, there is neither hero nor villain. just me.

i don't want to go on dates anymore.  i've lost my sense to see myself as a viable romantic choice. i'm thoroughly aware of my ineptitude and the apprehension that prevents me from overcoming my failures. i'm convinced other people will be better choices. i've resigned to miserable loneliness as my default option. conceptually, i know the right things to do. but with failure after failure, never integrating the lessons, it's becoming more difficult to embody the genuine expression of love. all i see is how much of a mistake i am. i can be fine with that. i can be the occasional friend. i can be the companion in a pinch, especially when no one else can join the trenches. but to be the guy one can show off? to be the guy one would desire to be publicly associated with? i'm a walking red flag. i'm synonymous with warnings. i'm trapped to feel pity over anyone who will suffer the consequences of choosing me. it is thus my duty to protect others from the ...

the older i get, the less i grown up i feel.  like at some point in my mid-20s, i stopped aspiring for a grown up future. here i am still a decade later doing the same shit just with more wisdom. i don't see myself being the right man to get married. i don't see myself earning enough to maintain this lifestyle with my parents still alive. somehow i really can't see a better future. a future is there, yeah sure. but no significant improvements whatsoever. i used to want to build a future with a family of my own. now i've made enough mistakes to learn that i'm a hard person to love and the positives i bring to a relationship isn't worth my many character flaws. even as basic as just going out on a date. i've grown seriously apprehensive. i've seen it all before. sharing a meal, spending time together, conversations both light and deep, where to find parking, how to split bills, who orders what, which tickets to get. i don't see myself fitting in all of...

i'd like to not exist for a while.  just a while, i'll be back. but for now, i'm terribly overwhelmed with all the life i have to live. i feel like i don't want to accomplish anything. no workout progress, no video game progress. nothing. i tried going on holiday for a month. but somehow found myself finding something else to work on. my body looks for work, but my soul wishes to rest. it's been some time since i returned from what i had hoped to be a recuperative retreat. but now, i'm back to being just as tired as before. maybe it's a new normal. maybe i should accept that i'll be constantly exhausted. that the worst of me will always be exposed. i know myself well enough that i really have no room in the real world. good thing i love working hard because that's the only way i could reasonably integrate. but then again i feel like i don't want to accomplish anything.

i never really stopped pushing people away somehow.  i've sort of gotten used to it at this point. i warn people how much of a red flag i am. how i don't have friends. that all i do is work and leave little room for any emotions or human connections. there are those who still try. not believe the warnings. but it's true though. i am bad news. i don't like being this. but it's not like i had full control from preventing myself from being this. along the way, i made a shit ton of bad decisions. misguided. driven by hubris. i am what i am now because this is how i suffer the consequences of my actions. i hate to say it, i love genuine connection, but nobody should have the unfortunate fate of dying by me.