Harsh Reality

by - 7:05 PM

                It’s a real harsh reality to deal with, but I have to live with it. One of my best friends, who is a girl, seems to find believing for a partial second that I would do her wrong justifiable because it comes from outsiders who think they know me. She and the rest of them clearly don’t know me at all. I find it painful to believe that after all the things we have went through together for a year now that she would at LEAST know my character. She doesn't question the two-faced people who smile in her face or dance around with lies. And she doesn't stop to defend the idea that they are wrong about me. This is the second time now that she has potentially thought I would “throw her under the bus”. Gee, thanks. What makes it worse is that she decides to claim loyalty to the people that decided to fabricate false assumptions about me by maintaining their anonymity. Mind you, there is more than one person spewing filth about me. Gee, thanks. Mind you, all of this is at work.

                You know, it’s a lonely place in the world. Most days I try to fight off my depression, which doesn't make the situation better. No one understands that; no one understands me. Most days I feel like making two books, and then “offing” myself like other similar authors.

                Some days I come home to my boyfriend, and I push him away. I don’t want to do that, but he too does not understand me. And his constant let downs and struggles deepen my depression and worry of future. I feel cursed. He tries to ignore the issues and the fact that we don’t connect or do anything together by shrouding me with affection, cooked food, and southern gentleman hospitality. It appears that he expects me to just take what he’s dishing out, and wait around till he feels like changing things. It doesn't require money always to do what it takes to make it better, especially the understanding part. But that’s just it; he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know how to do. It makes this relationship seem like I’m being tolerant and accepting of the things I have to suffer without in a basic relationship. He thinks I’ll still be warm to him, and allow him to kiss or hug me because his name is “Daniel”. He doesn't EARN his right to be my boyfriend.

                Tired of being misunderstood. Tired of settling for less, and allowing it to affect my depression more.

                

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