I guess the really big part is yes he knew everything about
me, he helped me overcome a lot of things and to deal with my past. I've always struggled with depression. I'm not saying that my problems are important, just that I don't know what to do, I'm not used to this, I've never fel like this. I was bullied since kindergarten till 10th grade (not a problem anymore) but you know it ranged from getting stabbed into the eye with a pen to being made fun of for having asthma. When I was in 7th grade, my depression first really appeared and I comitted self harm for a solid year. I haven't self harmed myself since the beginning of highschool. When I was a 6th grader, my dad cheated on my mom. It was during the time I had spinal surgery, and my mom and mines birthday. When my grandmother died, I denied it and fell apart in 8th grade all over thus bringing back depression and self harm. My parents have always fought and used to get in explosive fights in front of me when I was five. I used to be verbally abused daily when I was younger. I've always had trouble maintaining friends, people leave me often.
"James" helped me overcome those. He encouraged me to talk to my dad about
how I truly felt about
his cheating scandal, which he was astonished at how depressed it made me. I used to resent my dad, but I love him now more than ever. James
opened me up, he took me out of my shyness and brought out the happiest me. He taught me how to kind, encouraged me to be my best. He always told me I put him on a pedestal, and..I did. I praised him so much. In my eyes, he saved me. He helped me grow up a little, become more independent. He promised he would never be the cause of me feeling abandoned. And that changed. It all changed. Those nights of his comforts turned into me just praying to God for at least a word from him. I always told him of my fears, my hopes, my most private of thoughts. And in return, he did it too. I know everything about
him, his life, experiences, thoughts. I would get so scared of losing him that I would constantly tell him. I would tell him everything, I put so much faith. He taught me how to stand up for myself, how to be passionate. He sympathized with me if I was having school problems, he hugged my worries away. It's really hard for me to give that much of myself to someone. I gave him my whole soul.
Yes I am a teen with few experiences, but, if you knew me then you would believe it when I say I am not like the others. I'm more mature, I have a better grasp of the world than my peers do.
When I feel so low now, I don't have that special someone to take away the worries anymore. When he left, I realized that someone that knew me completely left. I...don't know how to do this. This, for me, is a big thing. It may seem like a minuscule teenage drama, but it isn't for me! I do indeed live a privileged life! For some miracle, my parents are still together. I'm still breathing. I still wake up. Do not get me wrong, I cherish my life entirely. I would never commit suicide because I know that my parents need me.
But this....is overbearing sometimes. Sometimes...I can't breathe. The reality of never having him, never having that anytime soon, crushes me. I don't know what to do. Sometimes I feel okay, I know I will be. But at this exact moment, I am not okay. I am not happy! I want to be! I miss it! But words are weaker than actions unfortunately. I'm scared of the future now, what if he comes back. It is a great possibility that he won't, but my what ifs scare me a lot. I don't know how I will handle it, but I know both options will hurt. Maybe it's that one will hurt more sooner than later.
This...isn't a regular thing for me. It isn't me. I know there are thousands of others that have it worse. But for the cherished life I have so far lived, this feels desperately excruciating. I want to be better. I want to be me again.
And please do not think me rude, I am actually having the flu so I am not at my best. He ("james") is one of those "good christian boys". Believes highly in the lord, yet he commits the most vile sins. With him, I did believe more in God. My beliefs now are shaken, I believe in him sometimes, but I don't pray anymore. James..in the time when he would leave, always told me that he would always pray for me, he would never forget me. The last fight we had, he didn't say that. I feel bad because I know I made mistakes too, I know I caused a lot of troubles. I don't want him to lose his faith. But I don't really have mine anymore. I've tried reading the bible, talking to a pastor, going to classes, but it only makes me more sad. Please undestand...I prayed...night after night in tears for the lord to take my pain away, to give me someone to love me, or to at least help me make amends. And then...that's when it got worse. My ex cheated and made it like hell, "James" fought with me for the first/last time. My depression peeked and sometimes I feel like life is so...nonexistent in a way. I do not believe in so much of heaven or the bible. I really and truly want to believe in God, but how can I when it just isn't working? I've tried "giving myself to God" or whatever that means, but it's never worked, and even james could see that. It's just something in me I guess, maybe I haven't found that key. Idk. But to me it just seems hopeless to put my faith in something that I am not sure even exists.
Again..I am not being rude, I just...am not sure about
anything anymore.
Post Edited (LillyBlossoms) : 12/15/2014 9:17:44 PM (GMT-7)