by LokiToons » Tue Sep 05, 2017 6:13 pm
(Gotta lot to say right now, tensions are just boiling over. Yay for this thread...)
Dear... who should I start with? Dear Mom,
Tonight just seemed to crumble down after a fun day at GlowZone, however, it seems that no matter how much fun we all have, we can never escape our problems. Dinner is when it really cracked down, when I mentioned that S wasn't going to be at school tomorrow and that made me happy. I know I'm in the wrong to make someone who calls me best friend believe I truly feel they are MY best friend as well. Unfortunately I am acting. It's all been an act. And I tried to explain that to you over dinner and you just wouldn't listen.. no wonder why I don't talk to you about anything. You never turn down your brain to listen to me. I was saying that I have been nothing but nice to her from the start. Never have I ever snapped back, never have I ever shown hurt when she degrades me in front of people, never have I ever told her just how much I really dislike her because of the way she holds me captive. I'm stuck. I'm stuck, I'm stuck and no one will help me. My social interactions have completely deteriorated because of her. She's someone that no one really likes... she's rude, no filter, repeats things over and over, things mean things are funny, wants to be better than everyone else, and treats me like her pet. I'm not a friend, I'm a punching bag. So why do I pretend to like her? I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm stabbing her little sinister ways in the back. Once high school ends and I leave her like a sack of potatoes, it's going to sting. Terribly. And that's just what it is. The karma I've built up around her for four years. She'll realize everything she's done to me wasn't just brushed off, it was simply shoved aside so that it can topple back into her. But maybe you're right. Maybe I'm mean. Maybe I'm just like everybody else. And maybe karma is just going to bite me instead. But I can't help it... I've been friendly and nice to everyone I meet. They love me but they also realize how easy it is to take advantage of me. I'm not doing anything because they have all earned it in the long run. I've watched it. I've watched my bad friends from the past stab me in the back numerous times, only to fall victim to more bad people. I don't do anything. I simply give them the harness and let them walk ahead of me, because they've already mended the wall ahead. I may have been milking it. Saying things that make her believe I care about her when I don't. Makes me human. A cruel machine of bitterness and destruction. If it means leaving behind my friends next year, just to get out of going to school with her again, I'll take the lonely trail. Not like I like other people anyway. I've lived lonely before. No new wounds.
Why do you think I want to leave so bad? Why would I lie about wanting to move halfway across the USA just to live alone? With Bear... I'll take Bear, but why? Everything here, it's at my disposal. I won't really miss anything. I've hated this place from the start. There's nothing here for me in the long run. I've always wanted to leave. It will make you sad you say? Well it will kill me to stick around. I haven't made any progress in life here. Since when we moved in 2011, I'm just where I started. No real friends, a thousand miles from my true desires, and still stuck in ghastly situations that degrade my mental state. I can't just tell you this... not because you won't listen, or you won't care, but because you don't believe me and my motives. I wish I could give you just a taste of my pain. Just a memory I hold. I don't belong here. This city wasn't made for me. The people weren't here for me. Maybe I don't belong anywhere. If I move and that doesn't satisfy my hunger for stability... I don't know where else to go. I'm terrified for my future. What will become of me? How can I pick myself up just one more time, knowing a stone will be cast from my audience to strike me down again? Will you look at me? Will you soothe my aching soul and breaking heart? I'm falling apart right under your nose and you don't see the misery? I'm sorry that I'm this way... I'm sorry that I make people believe I like them when they don't treat me right. In anyone's sane mind they would have tossed them aside like a chicken bone, but not me... I just stay stuck in the belly of a dog that barks a million insults, and heaves a thousand hurtful comments. I build people up while they tear me down. I'm the one stuck on the bottom of the ocean floor while they float on the buoy of self esteem, hand crafted by yours truly. They don't see me, they see my faults, my worst charms, my insecurities and turn that into their own power. S loves that about me. She loves it when I screw up, and despite all the good things I've done for her and the things I've said, that's what stands out. My mistakes. She's on top of them like a hound, ripping them away from me to show everyone that she's better because she didn't make it, I did. It's always me. If she messes up I don't say a word but if I make the same mistake... it's for everyone to gawk at. You know why I think I do it? Why I make her believe I like her just as much? I think it has something to do with the power of my own tolerance. A power that gives me the upper hand in the end, and the sweet sweet image of their face when they realize that Im gone. They kept their adoring little bird in the cage too long. Kept their loyal dog on a chain too long. Kept their friend waiting for a change too long. Does it make me a bad person? Have I strayed so far from my morals that I have become unworthy of such a high heir to the throne of morality? Is it humane to act under such circumstances? Have I disappointed you..? I'm sorry, but twelve years of schooling and poor judgement in friends has given me a new opportunity in activities. Acting. Of course there are things that I really am caring about, things that I do not, under any reason, act my feelings towards. However it is a select few things. And may come hard to tell whether it is I am lying or not. Which makes telling people I care spark the question against myself, do you really? Do you really? (Realized this got way long). Point is... I wanted to open up to you, I wanted to show you my feelings about the situation but you turned me away. I'm sorry it's come to this, having to post on a website because I can't just tell you myself. It's pathetic.
~ Your walking corpse of a teenager