Crying
12 Mar. 2025 21:48
It's a suffocating feeling. That's how I can describe it. A hot, scratchy ball forms in your throat and your voice gets shakey. You feel your eyes get wet and your face gets hot and it hurts to choke out a single word. The pairs of eyes around you drill into you, that's all you can feel. I don't know why I'm crying, you think. Your shoulders tense up and you shrink into yourself. But you're trying to keep your composure. You try to play it cool and laugh it off. You can't see any further past the blur around you.
Every bad thing you'd ever thought before comes back to you. There's jealousy to it, too. How come they're not anxious like me? Why can't I be calm and stable like you? Part of you wishes you could just break apart and spill it all out. You just want to go run to your bed and sob. When you're all alone in your room crying and screaming with your knees tucked under your chin and your arms wrapped around your legs it's freeing. The scratchy, sore throat you get afterward is rewarding. The red stinging marks you've etched into your arms with your fingernails feel good. Your spit and snot and tear covered face is refreshing. You're left dry and sore and aching like you've emptied yourself onto that pillow, but you can't do that, not there. Cuz they'll look at you. And you hate when they look at you.
I've always thought there must be something wrong with me. My brother's told me that, so have my parents. I couldn't describe exactly what it is because I've never known another life. I've always been very sensitive. Both physically and emotionally. I wouldn't suspect it's autism, because I think I'm very good at identifying social cues and reading people's expressions. But it could be. Anyways. I cry too much, and I feel too much, and I think too much. I think I'd benefit from therapy or antidepressants or something. I'd like to go to therapy some day but I wouldn't want to worry my parents. They've already got my brother to deal with. He seems to be doing a lot better after starting therapy, by the way. Well, anyways... I've considered it, maybe even just talking to school counselors. But again, I worry about my parents worrying. And also... I'm someone who cries very, very easily. It's not an exaggeration. And I hate crying. I cry because I'm stressed, but I get worried people think I'm crying to get attention since I do it so much. The worst part is when I cry after a teacher gets mad at me for flipping through my tabs on my computer, or I cry because my teacher gets mad at me for not bringing in my homework, becuase it especially looks like I'm crying for attention or for pity.
But there's a deep part of me that likes pity. People usually don't feel bad for me. It's a horrible feeling but, for example, I like being sick because that's when I get to turn back into a little kid. My parents worry about me and I go to the doctor and I get to miss out on school. Ultimately I just wish I was a kid again. That's it. Maybe it's just because I'm 16 and I have exams coming up and my teachers keep talking to me about university and jobs. It's all coming to me so fast. I hate it. I'm not ready for it. I've never properly studied for a test.
I missed out on a lot of crucial social interaction as a kid because I liked video games and books and cartoons and the internet more. I go to a school where a lot of parents are friends with their kids' friends' parents and it's so weird to me, that's a life I've never lived. I've never gone to school in my friend's mom's car. I've never gone to the mall with my friends. I've never gone to a party at a friend's house, excluding birthday parties. I've only ever had a few sleepovers. I miss having female friends. I like talking to guys, but sometimes I feel so disconnected. Then again, I feel disconnected from the girls too, maybe even more so. I feel like I've had a very different life to many of my classmates. I've travelled all around and I've seen poverty, I've seen wealth, I've seen East, West, North and South, natural and artificial, while a lot of my classmates only ever really experienced their rich kid bubbles. But I don't think that's necessarily a good thing, it doesn't make me better than anyone else. I've left so many great friends behind. Even just great communities. I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt me.
I think what I really need is a friend who really, truly, genuinely gets me. I love talking to people who've lived different lives than me, it's really interesting of course. But I'm tired of differences. I just want to meet someone I have something in common with. I want to share a sense of humour with someone. I want to share a hobby with someone. I want to share a music taste with someone. I want to share below average athleticism with someone. I guess that's what the internet is for, that's what Neocities is for. But I want to talk to someone in person. It's something that burns in me. I just want someone who gets me.