I just spent about an hour being overly emotional and depressed at Karl on the phone.
I'm pretty fucking frustrating to talk to when I feel like this. I'm the most cynical cynic, the bleakest person you've ever met. I know it's frustrating. I know it's hard to deal with when I'm bursting into tears every 5 minutes and *berating* myself for doing it when I know I'm just in need of venting.
I know I just need to get it the hell out.
I just need to cry.
Anyone who has ever dealt with me in that mood, and really, there haven't been but a few of you, I appreciate it, I pity you for your heart, and I love you for your patience.
My mom has learned how to deal with this.
She just now said "what's wrong, sweetheart?"
and I said "I'm just all ::frownyface::" and she just hugged me and moved on.
It's the safest way, really. ::grin::
I want to explode and have a tide of people come console me. Until I think about the people who actually accomplish that... and how much I hate it... and then I never want to let anyone know that I have an emotion ever again.
I'm not the cold little freak I was when I was 16, but I'm not the open and easy going emotionally mature person I've been told I could be
I'm sorry when I inflict my conflicts on the rest of you and I'm sorry when I keep it to myself.
I'm happy when I can manage emotional honesty without making myself kind of sick and I'm depressed when all I seem to be doing is whining.
It's a weird line to walk.