“You say that it hurts to be alone, but you are the one pushing aside your phone when it lights up, ignoring every invite from friends and family to go out or come over. You aren’t making an effort, so can you really say that being alone hurts?”
~It’s not being alone that hurts. I know I’m making this, a conscience decision, and it’s that feeling of giving up on me even when others haven’t that feels so Goddamned awful.~
“So it’s being self aware that causes you so much pain?”
~I can see that I’m not alone…that I’m not at rock bottom…but I feel like I should be. After all that I’ve done, and all that I haven’t, I’ve earned loneliness.~
“But being alone isn’t something you just decide for yourself. When you make that decision, you are making it both for yourself and those who want you in their lives.”
~And I want to say it’s the guilt, the unrelenting feeling of failure, that keeps me making the same, selfish decisions over and over and over…but no…that’s simply an excuse. I can say I don’t want to hurt others all I want, that it’s my desire that they all remain happy and healthy without me, but the only truth that matters is I am ignoring what they want to satisfy my own desire for punishment. And that guilt leads me further down this rabbit hole, cycling again and again and again AND AGAIN! IT NEVER ENDS, I JUST KEEP ON WANTING TO LET OTHERS DOWN, TO GIVE THEM A REASON TO HATE ME, BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY, TO GIVE ME SOMETHING FRESH TO HATE ABOUT MYSELF! SO IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT MY REASONING IS! IT DOESN’T MEAN A FUCKING THING! IT DOESN’T!!!...It doesn’t matter…I’m picking self-hatred over their happiness…and nothing could be more disgusting than that…~
“…You want to hate yourself…that’s what you want? You want a reason for everything that has happened. You want meaning, because otherwise, what was it all for, right? What were all those nights spent doing laundry, desperately trying to wash off those dark red streaks for? What were all those days spent in a haze, throwing up regret only to purchase another bottle on the way home from work for? What were those nights spent sitting in the shower, fully clothed and freezing, watching as the blood tinged the water red, unable to take your eyes of that crimson river, what were those for?”
~They weren’t for anything. I already know…they weren’t for anything…if they were, then I would have found it by now.~
“That’s not the answer.”
~It’s my answer.~
“That’s not your final answer.”
~It’s the answer I came to, after using up all 3 of my lifelines, and having 2 choices in front of me, A or B. And I picked C, because I didn’t want any fucking chance to walk away…~
“But you’re still walking.”
~…~
“You’re still walking, and breathing.”
~The pills are starting to kick in, so breathing might become a bit more difficult here in a few minutes.~
“You’re still walking, and breathing, and living.”
~This…me…I’m not living; This isn’t fucking…You idiot, you fucking idiot…this isn’t…THIS ISN’T FUCKING ANYTHING!~
“You’re still walking, and breathing, and living, and screaming, and crying, and falling, and failing, and breaking, and cutting, and overdosing, and..”
~AND FUCKING NOTHING! I AM FUCKING NOTHING, NOTHING BUT A PATHETIC WASTE!!~
“…And you are still hurting, and loathing, and running, and..”
~JUST SHUT IT, SHUT THE FUCK UP, SHUT THE FUCKING HELL UP!~
“…And you are still here.”
~…why am I still…~
“Isn’t that really what you want? Not reasons to hate yourself, but a reason to live?”
~I don’t deserve something like..~
“Funny thing is, nobody asked you if you deserved it! Nobody asked if you wanted it, and nobody will ask you to give it back! It’s not fair, and it’s messy and difficult and maybe it’s not going to end up feeling like it was worth it at all! But YOU ARE STILL HERE!”
~It’s a joke…all of this is one big fucking joke.~
“Maybe. Maybe God hates you. Maybe God thinks this is funny. Hell, you might even be the main character in some weird, God produced sitcom, and the entirety of the Heavens are laughing at your expense. But none of that matters. At the end of the day you are still here, right here.”
~I’m only here because I’m too weak to pull the trigger.~
“And that’s still a reason.”
~Not a very good reason for living though, huh? I’m to much of a piece of shit to end it, so I just keep dragging my feet all over creation.~
“It’s not a stellar endorsement, but it’s a starting point.”
~It’s not the reason I want.~
“Meaning you don’t just want any old reason, but you want your reason to live.”
~…I’ll never find it.~
“But you’re still here, so you must not have given up completely, right?”
~I’m 99% there, at the end.~
“One out of one hundred. One out of one thousand. One out of one trillion. The odds make no difference. You still have the chance, a chance for a chance, a chance for that chance to dream.”
~…it still hurts…so much…~
“I know, I do, trust me, I know.”
~…I don’t have the energy to save myself…~
“But you have the energy to take a shower, and brush your teeth, and crawl under the covers. That sounds like a pretty good start, right?”
~It could be worse.~
“It could.”
~…will you stay with me?~
“…For a long as I can.”
~Thank you…I hate being alone…it’s so cold…~
“Just get some sleep, okay? Tomorrow will be here before you know it.”
~I don’t need tomorrow to come…but it will come anyway, right?~
“You’re starting to learn.”
~…please, don’t leave me…~
“…Get some sleep, okay?”
~I don’t want you to leave…please don’t make this goodbye, not again…~
“…It’s not a goodbye, just a goodnight. Goodnight Taylor…and sweet dreams…”
That little light from your lampshade 
Like you, I am still very much here. Sometimes, I have to face the fact that, if I think I am alone and have turned down invitations, it’s because the inviter is a woman who is after me, but in whom I have no romantic interest or because someone to whom I am attracted is not forthcoming with either an invitation or an acceptance of mine. Less crassly put, many times, we cherry pick our associations.
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