The title sounds like an emo song doesn't it? I kinda like it ^-^
so.
I need to just say some stuff because well, I think it is really stressing me out. And maybe if by some off chance someone comes along and reads this they can give me some good advise, or pull me out of this horrible situation.
When I was younger almost no one seemed to like me. Not as in a friend way, I was on good terms with almost every person I met and had a large group of wonderful friends. No see by not liking me I mean that no one had a cute school crush on me like I might on them. Now of course it didnt really matter when I was younger but when I got to high school and it still seemed like that it was a major bummer.
So when 10th grade rolled around (or I think it was 10th, maybe late 10th) I assumed I would be alone again and that would be ok. I would have my small group of friends, almost all of which are guys, and be happy. No, this isn't the case. The more I began to enjoy my friends the more I found out. I found out that there was not a single one who didn't have a crush on me. The only thing I could think of was
damn all those birthday wishes I made for someone to like me. (btw after that I changed my wish to "I want someone to like me", to "I want someone to like me who I can like back.")The only issue was, I didn't like any of them in any way even close to wanting to date. No, they were barely friends to me, since I wasn't really myself around them (thats another story all together, too much typing for right now) so how could I think of them in that way? Plus I am a big supporter of "if you don't think they are attractive you can't have a legit relationship with them" and since none of them were cute to me, how could I even try?
As time progressed some of them got better, they got over me or dated me, only luis of course, but others got worse. 2 specific ones to be exact. Which starts me off on this horrible situation I am currently in. Because you see, these 2 happen to be the only 2 people I can stand as having as friends right now.
One of them has decided to turn to cutting and drinking and now smoking to deal with the "stress" in his life. In all reality he could easily deal with the "stress" like any other person, his "stress" is nothing more then petty problems all people deal with. But he chooses to be over dramatic and hurt everyone around him. Including me. I have tried for so long (3 years at least) to help him and make sure he is happy. But he only gets worse, which hurts me. He also lashes out at people more and more, and I happen to be one of his favorites it seems.
The other person who is someone I wished to have close to me for a long time, cant seem to grasp the concept of me not liking him. He trys to get more then what I can give him. Which was something the first person also did. But this person, oh he is taking it too far. See I am the kind of person who is naturally flirty and touchy-feely, not because I like you like that or not because I try to be or am giving off signals, that is just the way I am with friends. So often times I get into cute little wrestling matches or something along those lines with friends. But this person has taken it to almost the next level, which I am very uncomfortable with. He has a thing where he likes to complain because I win so much, course everyone I know could kick my ass if they liked, but they let me win, plus they fear hurting me so its easier for me to win. So he decided not to long ago to throw this lovely line in
"I am going to win. I have a secret weapon. You know what hersheys makes right?" at first being the natural blonde I am I go "chocolate?" and he tells me to think more specific.. then it dawns on me. The bastard is threaning to kiss me if I don't let him win! WTF IS THIS SHIT?!? is all I can think! yes well, it has continued on since, whnever I start something or he starts something (it doesnt even need to be the wrestling matches) he goes "I could easily win again." and of course I just give up because, hell, if he kisses me our friendship is over. If he kisses me I can't ignore his feelings like I have been. If he kisses me I will be forced to say goodbye to him forever.
Not to mention both of them are getting a little too personal with their perverted jokes. I laugh at a joke or two about my boobs thrown into the mix every once in awhile, and I start fights about how my ass is indeed obsessive worthy. But when it gets to be part of almost every joke, when my ass is slapped more then once in a 3 month period, and when it gets too be way too personal, I start to worry.
So now I have to deal with both situations, and I dont know how to deal with either. Because the only solution I can think of is to stop talking to both of them. But then I would be alone and I dont think I could survive like that.
I seem unable to deal with the stress of it all.
Ive gotten to the point where in the past week and half I have been unable to eat much, just yesterday I was finally able to eat but it upset my stomach afterwards. And since the beginning of this, and continueing on, I havent felt hungry, I have to force myself into believeing I need to eat, or wait until I get a serious headache or stomach ache telling me I need to eat.
Ive gotten to the point where if I knew the other wouldnt get hurt, I would force myself into a elationdhip with one of them, in hopes of them being happy. I wouldnt be happy, and I wouldnt enjoy it and I am sure sooner or later they wouldnt be happy in a relationship like that either, but atleast it would do something for them for a little bit.
Ive gotten to the point where I dont want to tell my mother any of this because she will think I am realyl on the verge of breaking down and being crazy and she will send me to a therpist who would put me on meds. And I dont need meds, they only make you happy to a certain extent, and I can force myself to be that happy, the surface happy where you can have a nice day even though everything is fucked up. I dont need drugs for that.
Ive gotten to the point where when I told my mom some of it she thought sending me to illinois to stay with my family up there for a little bit would be worth it. Till she remembmer how much my grandpa stresses me out and decided aganist it.
Ive gotten to the point where I need to get a job so I can afford my own apt so I can get away form everyone. And I will once I get one be staying in a shit apt because these 2 people were suppost to be my roommates but by the time that happens I fear one will be dead, or at the very least emoing still and still be jobless, and the other would have crossed the boundries and I wont be talking to him any longer.
Ive gotten to the point where hiding and being alone seems to be my only good option.
and ive gotten to the point where I hope to whatever good there is in the world that no one I know reads this so they dont try to help me. because they are all idiots when it comes to helping people. and will only make it worse.