I told you didn’t I? you know I had to try… to hold onto my own hell-bent detriment… so indeed and, earnestly I let the arrows fly… loosed carelessly to describe my over-tired and broken mind there it was… no doubt all laid out to scale and personalized to the very best ability of me – personified… yet, it’s trifling, a novel compound likeyour loyalty unwieldy… weighing down wrought-iron-bound an anchor drowning me… I tried early on, to say why spelled out in bold lettering… to emphasize with clarity such shortcomings like to mine…
There’s this threshold inside of my brain that others either cross in a grain cut painfully against me, or never cross at all. It is a horrid barrier that I’m sure I have created myself; but it is a sound and solid barrier, all the same – an impenetrable construct by my own mind, immovable in my own mind. This is a threshold that grants closeness and kinship or falseness and nothingness between me and other people who come into my Life.
It’s hard to explain, but I’ve been trying my best when it gets brought up by (a) certain (male) people (person) whom I struggle to maintain “healthy relations” with:
the way that my ability to even experience anythinggood or positive with an individual diminishes completely once I feel the slightest bit of vulnerability to him, because I am fucked up and my brain doesn’t work normally.
the way that after I experience any vulnerability on a conscious level on his behalf, I seem to automatically try to sabotage everything.
the way that if sabotage fails, I will resort to some innate mechanism of my emotions to execute the process of shutting down to him.
the way that I spend the entire time this hideous process plays out in hating myself and constantly having to re-focus myself on what’s right, as opposed to what feels right.