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SophiaGrace
Guest
I always give people advice here on the forums. And yet, when it comes to myself, I freeze up in the face of my own advice. I run away. I hide, i shut people out.
In real life, i am not the same person I am on here.
I'm afraid. Afraid of getting hurt. So I shove people away and I dont talk to people. I make them view me as cold because I push them away.
I judge people, afraid they'll hurt me if I am not alert enough.
I cant "read" people offline. I look at their faces to see movement to try and read their facial expressions and I go clammy/cold with doubt. doubt that i am not reading them right, that they have some sort of sinister motive up their sleeve.
And what's more...I am USED to being alone. I'm used to it. The presence of others feels so foreign. So very foreign.
And I try to explain my feelings and dont feel understood. People dont understand that I need patience/kindness to draw me out. That any manifestation of my insecurities will FADE over time if I am given patience.
Right now, my stomache feels in a knot. People are such enigmas. What is this dance I must do to make friends? To have people that care about me? what is this dance i seem to always mis-step?
online though, i understand people. You type something to me and BAM i know your emotions and your inflections like a heart-beat.
But, here, in real life. I shrink away. I doubt. I run, in circles. Even though I know the answer is to try try again and act as though you have not an insecurity in the world. I run. Scared.
*sigh*
Anxious.
I need to learn to breathe deep to unravel this knot inside of me.
In real life, i am not the same person I am on here.
I'm afraid. Afraid of getting hurt. So I shove people away and I dont talk to people. I make them view me as cold because I push them away.
I judge people, afraid they'll hurt me if I am not alert enough.
I cant "read" people offline. I look at their faces to see movement to try and read their facial expressions and I go clammy/cold with doubt. doubt that i am not reading them right, that they have some sort of sinister motive up their sleeve.
And what's more...I am USED to being alone. I'm used to it. The presence of others feels so foreign. So very foreign.
And I try to explain my feelings and dont feel understood. People dont understand that I need patience/kindness to draw me out. That any manifestation of my insecurities will FADE over time if I am given patience.
Right now, my stomache feels in a knot. People are such enigmas. What is this dance I must do to make friends? To have people that care about me? what is this dance i seem to always mis-step?
online though, i understand people. You type something to me and BAM i know your emotions and your inflections like a heart-beat.
But, here, in real life. I shrink away. I doubt. I run, in circles. Even though I know the answer is to try try again and act as though you have not an insecurity in the world. I run. Scared.
*sigh*
Anxious.
I need to learn to breathe deep to unravel this knot inside of me.