XehanortXIII
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When she left, after admitting she had lied about her feelings and her "love" towards me, the first thing I thought was "well, I guess now I just have to move on".
We had been going on an off for a while now, but we had still been together for over 6 years.
She was the love of my life. And I really thought, after all the suffering and crying I had gone through, I had finally made it. I had finally found the one person with whom I can be... Happy.
I learned so much about myself with her, and she did the same with me. We were so good together. Despite all the issues we went through... But now...
Now, there's only rage. Despair.
She's gone far away, to a place I can't reach. And the more time passes by, the less she cares about me... The more I find out how little meaning I held for her.
And so I wake up each and every day, and look at my reflection. Only a face of disgust and repulsion stares back at me. What did I do?
Was I perfect? Of course not. Nobody is. Nobody will be.
But then, what did I do?
What did the 9 year old me do to deserve listening to his mother saying how much she hates him?
What did the child me do to deserve all that physical, verbal and emotional abuse?
What did the teenage me do, to deserve being rejected and isolated by all the girls around him?
What did adult me do, to deserve being stood up at that altar?
These questions do nothing but echo in the cave-like walls of my mind. My insecurity binds itself to me like the unavoidable, silent water that damps the cave of my mind. Making it slippery to walk on, making every step a possible last step. There's no answer.
Why am I ugly? What's so wrong with my face? Why can't I get to talk to a girl even if I'm not trying to date her?
There's no answer.
Why is my family like this? Why do they gaslight me? Why can't they believe what I say?
There's no answer.
There's only echoes of my voice, bouncing around this cave of my mind and dying before the light even reaches them.
Why is Tinder so unfair? Why does Bumble never work? Why does this current world accept "ghosting" someone so easily?
There's no answer. The echoes just bounce even harder.
Every day is like this. The hope of finding someone grows weaker, but the need gets stronger.
"You're not supposed to look for it" people say to me. But how else am I going to find it? How else can I convince myself that it exists? How else do you answer a question, besides answering it?
Why would they say that as if it made sense? They're the same people who say "depression doesn't exist".
Was it being a man? Was that my sin, being born a man in a generation where men don't matter?
Is it because I'm an Incel? Am I? What even constitutes being one?
Why does being one seem like it's the same as being the scum of the earth? What is going on?
Why did I have to be born... If the meaning to my birth was to crave for the love I never got, in a world where nobody wants to give it or receive it?
Why didn't I get to choose?
There's no answer. There's just an echo.
And the cave just becomes darker...
We had been going on an off for a while now, but we had still been together for over 6 years.
She was the love of my life. And I really thought, after all the suffering and crying I had gone through, I had finally made it. I had finally found the one person with whom I can be... Happy.
I learned so much about myself with her, and she did the same with me. We were so good together. Despite all the issues we went through... But now...
Now, there's only rage. Despair.
She's gone far away, to a place I can't reach. And the more time passes by, the less she cares about me... The more I find out how little meaning I held for her.
And so I wake up each and every day, and look at my reflection. Only a face of disgust and repulsion stares back at me. What did I do?
Was I perfect? Of course not. Nobody is. Nobody will be.
But then, what did I do?
What did the 9 year old me do to deserve listening to his mother saying how much she hates him?
What did the child me do to deserve all that physical, verbal and emotional abuse?
What did the teenage me do, to deserve being rejected and isolated by all the girls around him?
What did adult me do, to deserve being stood up at that altar?
These questions do nothing but echo in the cave-like walls of my mind. My insecurity binds itself to me like the unavoidable, silent water that damps the cave of my mind. Making it slippery to walk on, making every step a possible last step. There's no answer.
Why am I ugly? What's so wrong with my face? Why can't I get to talk to a girl even if I'm not trying to date her?
There's no answer.
Why is my family like this? Why do they gaslight me? Why can't they believe what I say?
There's no answer.
There's only echoes of my voice, bouncing around this cave of my mind and dying before the light even reaches them.
Why is Tinder so unfair? Why does Bumble never work? Why does this current world accept "ghosting" someone so easily?
There's no answer. The echoes just bounce even harder.
Every day is like this. The hope of finding someone grows weaker, but the need gets stronger.
"You're not supposed to look for it" people say to me. But how else am I going to find it? How else can I convince myself that it exists? How else do you answer a question, besides answering it?
Why would they say that as if it made sense? They're the same people who say "depression doesn't exist".
Was it being a man? Was that my sin, being born a man in a generation where men don't matter?
Is it because I'm an Incel? Am I? What even constitutes being one?
Why does being one seem like it's the same as being the scum of the earth? What is going on?
Why did I have to be born... If the meaning to my birth was to crave for the love I never got, in a world where nobody wants to give it or receive it?
Why didn't I get to choose?
There's no answer. There's just an echo.
And the cave just becomes darker...