Dreadful Dante
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I shy away from those who say they love me because I was brainwashed to believe love includes being relentlessly cruel to the target (aka person loved).
I cannot handle anyone coming into my life giving me unconditional love because when younger (childhood and teens) I was severely psychologically tortured into thinking I'm unlovable garbage.
Now this is all piling up inside me like poison and I spill it on whomever comes close. I'm alone, lonely, nobody loves me, I have two friends that I keep in touch with through the web, but it's not enough.
Last year I had a dozen women after me and I simply avoided them after the carnal events, because I wanted more, better, hotter, smarter, women became trophies, no longer people with complexity. I cannot accept I'm a lovable human being, I cannot accept I'm even a human being worthy of attention.
I thought of going back to therapy with the only person who has ever met the dark side of me and wasn't absolutely freaked out, but I don't feel like I'm worthy of her time. Even if I pay a large sum of money to go there once a week, I still think I'd be a waste of her time.
I hit rock bottom. My family has travelled, some have moved to another state, I'm glad those pricks can get out of my face even if it's only for a week.
I'm unworthy of love, unworthy of even a drunk man's attention. I've learned from childhood I was supposed to better myself to deserve love and attention. Now I exercise every day, skip rope like Rocky Balboa, speak four languages, do mental math well, I'm fun to hang out with because I've become a conversational wizard, but it all comes down to me trying to be worthy of love. I always want more, I always want to be more, to sleep with hotter women, to seek out the best courses, the best certificates, I'm relentlessly determined and that has become my biggest weakness, because I never stop, people started to notice that and have now gotten out of my way so I don't crush them with my cold-hearted straight-forward objective answers as if they were just one more puny obstacle in the way of my achievements.
Who have I become? Something, not someone.
I don't have the strength to climb up this well I'm in.
I cannot handle anyone coming into my life giving me unconditional love because when younger (childhood and teens) I was severely psychologically tortured into thinking I'm unlovable garbage.
Now this is all piling up inside me like poison and I spill it on whomever comes close. I'm alone, lonely, nobody loves me, I have two friends that I keep in touch with through the web, but it's not enough.
Last year I had a dozen women after me and I simply avoided them after the carnal events, because I wanted more, better, hotter, smarter, women became trophies, no longer people with complexity. I cannot accept I'm a lovable human being, I cannot accept I'm even a human being worthy of attention.
I thought of going back to therapy with the only person who has ever met the dark side of me and wasn't absolutely freaked out, but I don't feel like I'm worthy of her time. Even if I pay a large sum of money to go there once a week, I still think I'd be a waste of her time.
I hit rock bottom. My family has travelled, some have moved to another state, I'm glad those pricks can get out of my face even if it's only for a week.
I'm unworthy of love, unworthy of even a drunk man's attention. I've learned from childhood I was supposed to better myself to deserve love and attention. Now I exercise every day, skip rope like Rocky Balboa, speak four languages, do mental math well, I'm fun to hang out with because I've become a conversational wizard, but it all comes down to me trying to be worthy of love. I always want more, I always want to be more, to sleep with hotter women, to seek out the best courses, the best certificates, I'm relentlessly determined and that has become my biggest weakness, because I never stop, people started to notice that and have now gotten out of my way so I don't crush them with my cold-hearted straight-forward objective answers as if they were just one more puny obstacle in the way of my achievements.
Who have I become? Something, not someone.
I don't have the strength to climb up this well I'm in.
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