I have come to the conclusion that seeing as I’m a pretty
lonely and depressed person, who desperately craves in finding that amazing
friendship, I have let myself have a large target on my back.
I’m like a magnet for the lost and needy, because as soon as
they’ve gotten to know me and have enjoyed my company, they have then found
themselves and I have become surplus to their requirement.
So call me the fill in friend.
I’m great to chat with, open up too, I’m understanding and
very helpful. I’m not pushy, never
expect anything from anyone, loyal, care about everyone’s feeling’s, while
ending up losing myself.
I get reeled in by them, thinking that this is going to be
an amazing friendship…. We have so much in common and we have awesome fun… but
we were only having fun, because it was them needing the companionship to get
them through a lonely spell. I don’t
want to keep being a part time friend or a fill in friend, just because you don’t
want to be alone. Part time friends just
make me feel more alone and then I question myself and what I keep doing wrong.
I have looked back at some of the people I ended up just
being a fill in friend with and after meeting me they have gone onto finding
amazing things, even though at the time of knowing me they have all said
virtually the same thing… I’m not ready for a relationship, it’s still too soon
or I really don’t know what I want!
A few years back I spent a lot of time trying to fix myself
inside and out. I lost weight and got my
confidence back, but I have slowly been broken down piece by piece by how I
keep getting walked all over. I need to
harden up and try to only do what is in my best interest, but that’s harder
said than done, as I don’t know what’s in my best interest. When these friends have so called told me
what they don’t want or do want I think, yeah that sounds all good… but I can
never say no, I don’t agree with that, because all I’m craving for is that one
friendship that may turn to something else.
And this is where I keep getting hurt, I want to see the potential of
something becoming more… but it never happens and then I feel crushed for
feeling those possibilities and I hate myself for even thinking that a good
thing could actually happen for
me.
I have to say this though:
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