Don't need postsecret to tell the truth.
Sometimes I am afraid people will know how empty and emotionless I feel. It's not that I don't care, it's that I don't know how to care without survival telling me I need to find a use out of that emotion.
I don't like it and avoid building relationships with people so I am unable connection. The only time this breaks is when it deals with online relationships. Through the safety of plastics and wiring I am able to open up, see people, and develop compassion. I care about, think on, and am continuously amazed by these people.
The people I see in RL? I have no connection because I don't know what makes them human. I suppose I love LJ because I am able to interact with like-minded people without the fear of rejection coupled with the chance to see a variety of personalities that suffer like I do. I've grown spoiled to that relationship. Due to this, I am unable to strengthen RL relationships beyond casual friendship. I don't know their pains, their inner thoughts, their sensitivities, whatever.
And on rare occasions those friends do share it, and I am left to break open the little part of true emotion left in me. I am sorry that I fail at giving a shit. I want to.
I don't like it and avoid building relationships with people so I am unable connection. The only time this breaks is when it deals with online relationships. Through the safety of plastics and wiring I am able to open up, see people, and develop compassion. I care about, think on, and am continuously amazed by these people.
The people I see in RL? I have no connection because I don't know what makes them human. I suppose I love LJ because I am able to interact with like-minded people without the fear of rejection coupled with the chance to see a variety of personalities that suffer like I do. I've grown spoiled to that relationship. Due to this, I am unable to strengthen RL relationships beyond casual friendship. I don't know their pains, their inner thoughts, their sensitivities, whatever.
And on rare occasions those friends do share it, and I am left to break open the little part of true emotion left in me. I am sorry that I fail at giving a shit. I want to.