Postby Aedin » Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:28 am
You're right Lynna. It's just really hard when I can't feel him. I've tried so hard, for so long, to find good friends, and everytime things go well, they end badly. It feels like all my attempts to meet people and make friends, just show me I'm gonna be alone forever, noone can truly like me or love me, or put up with me. That everyone will leave. And I know God's gonna be with me, but if I don't feel his presence, and all people show me is I can't trust them, I'm gonna be alone forever, noone can love me, it makes me want to kill myself, and that's so frickin scary, and now I'm rambling. It's just like, if I can't feel God's presence, and I can't have real friends, because noone can love me, or put up with me, it just feels like, what hope is there for me, what point is there to anything? nd now that my aunt has stopped talking to me, and I can focus again, I'll continue. It's like, my ex was my confirmation that I culd meet people like me. People who could love me truly share my interests, truly be there for me and be good friends to me and stay by me. And now I really believe, again, that none of that is true. And it's like, if I can't find anyone like me, who share my interests, who will be there for me and stay by me and be good friends to me, and I can't feel God's presence, then what hope is there? What's the point to anything? You're right about focusing on other people. And I love to help other people. It's just, people don't trust me, or they think I'm weird, so they stay awya from me. And if I go volunteer someplace, I can help physically, yeah, but I'd really like to help emotionally, and mentally. I'd like to feel connected to people. I just don't see how anything's gonna work out.
It's just, everyone I connect with, abandons me, or it turns out they were lieing to me, and were sick of me the whole time. And people in my town, aren't very nice. I'm just really confused, I don't get it. I don't get why God seems to keep leading me to events that will just break me down further, make me more paranoid and distrusting, make me trust him less.
I don't meet people easily. And everyone I meet, who I trust, leaves. And it felt like I finally had confirmation things could look up for me, and it was all lies. I don't know how to react to that.
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