I don't quite know where to start with this. This rose out of my own depression with myself and my life.
The internet has been, for the past few years, one of my few social outlets, where I'm not so afraid to let myself go and say what I feel. It's prolly my only social outlet.
I tried to be honest and straight forward about who sits at this keyboard. But ... that didn't quite work. White lies ... I told a few.
You have to understand my overall view of myself .... in r/l, I see myself as a very emotionally weak, easily frightened, timid individual. I tried, out in the world around me, to put forth an aura ... that I'm fearless, that I don't feel pain, that I can't be hurt. But it collapses when I'm alone. I'm scared to death of the world around me, of other people. Scared of failure, scared of rejection, to the point I almost never leave this house anymore.
I've never formally studied martial arts ... I'm just a fanboy who tried to teach myself on my own. I've never done pro wrestling in any capacity ... it was just a dream that I failed at when I realized my body couldn't sustain such a career. I don't work out as much as I say ... and I'm not as strong as I say either. I'm not as 'endowed' as I've claimed either, despite my efforts to improve it.
I look around me at times and see such spectacular people who are intelligent, strong, wise, talented ... and I've no answer to it. And I've made friends with alot of people ... that I felt I had to lie a little bit ... I wanted, desired, hungered to be something special, something notable, someone that people believed in and thought highly of. But I have really nothing to give.
This is why it's so frustrating when Kris, my g/f, lays such heavy praise on me ... I don't understand, I don't comprehend an ounce of it. Yes, I try very hard to be sweet, loving and attentive. But ... I give nothing else. I need her more than she could possibly need me. I need someone ... who gives me some degree of worth, which she does. She confirms my existance, even if I still don't myself as having any redeeming values.
I love Kris, and I love my friends. I'm sorry for what I put them through ... and I wish I could be something more than just a scared timid hopeless man. I'm sorry ....
The internet has been, for the past few years, one of my few social outlets, where I'm not so afraid to let myself go and say what I feel. It's prolly my only social outlet.
I tried to be honest and straight forward about who sits at this keyboard. But ... that didn't quite work. White lies ... I told a few.
You have to understand my overall view of myself .... in r/l, I see myself as a very emotionally weak, easily frightened, timid individual. I tried, out in the world around me, to put forth an aura ... that I'm fearless, that I don't feel pain, that I can't be hurt. But it collapses when I'm alone. I'm scared to death of the world around me, of other people. Scared of failure, scared of rejection, to the point I almost never leave this house anymore.
I've never formally studied martial arts ... I'm just a fanboy who tried to teach myself on my own. I've never done pro wrestling in any capacity ... it was just a dream that I failed at when I realized my body couldn't sustain such a career. I don't work out as much as I say ... and I'm not as strong as I say either. I'm not as 'endowed' as I've claimed either, despite my efforts to improve it.
I look around me at times and see such spectacular people who are intelligent, strong, wise, talented ... and I've no answer to it. And I've made friends with alot of people ... that I felt I had to lie a little bit ... I wanted, desired, hungered to be something special, something notable, someone that people believed in and thought highly of. But I have really nothing to give.
This is why it's so frustrating when Kris, my g/f, lays such heavy praise on me ... I don't understand, I don't comprehend an ounce of it. Yes, I try very hard to be sweet, loving and attentive. But ... I give nothing else. I need her more than she could possibly need me. I need someone ... who gives me some degree of worth, which she does. She confirms my existance, even if I still don't myself as having any redeeming values.
I love Kris, and I love my friends. I'm sorry for what I put them through ... and I wish I could be something more than just a scared timid hopeless man. I'm sorry ....