Ever since I knew I was gay at 14, all I wanted was to have a male best friend, and I won't be talking here about my crushes or falling in love with other guys. I used to have so many friends, excluding those I fell in love with.
However since I was a kid I have that terrible fear of having friends who are about to become my close friends. I'm not shy but I very hardly get along with other guys, simply because none will understand that I need at least 1 bestie. I accidentally isolate myself though I'm very much with their conversations at first.
Then those friendships grow, most of them stay just friends or acquaintances, and very few become close friends of mine. When 1 earns enough of my trust to become a bestie, that fear reappears again suddenly, making me want to destroy him before he can hurt me.
In all these years until now, every best friend I ever got turned to believe I'm his worst enemy. I hurt #1 so much that I still feel bitter guilt and regrets. Me and #2 were dead set on destroying each other, from emotionally to physically, until I finally broke his boundaries and threw him away. #3 had his trust in me fade slowly until I stood far from him. #4 same as #2 still destroying each other silently. I almost had a crush on #5 so I was forced to break our deep friendship before I did some catastrophic approaches. The only one is #6 remaining, but he'll be in the air next night and I could only see him 5 times in an 18 months interval...
That is my awful will, to destroy everyone who gets close to me, before I terribly panic of unfathomable fear that someday they'll all break me down...
And now I have nobody to turn to, not even a friend because I got rid of them all sooner than I needed to. I'm kept miserable inside my home prison, no one to sleep at their place, nowhere and no way to even take a breath...
... Since I began my campaign of having a best friend and killing my stupid phobia of being broken down by them. Now look at what's happening... I'm broken. No trust. Not even sustainable company. I know I'm the reason behind all this pain, yet I still can't find out why...
Every time I thought of giving up this path or even attempting suicide partly because of countless friendship failures, something would happen exactly the next day which forces me to keep walking and fighting all the way in order to achieve my so precious prize: a best friend.
I've completely lost hope now. I'm just wishing tomorrow would either confirm my absolute failure, or send me a divine angel to illuminate my poor lonely destiny.........
However since I was a kid I have that terrible fear of having friends who are about to become my close friends. I'm not shy but I very hardly get along with other guys, simply because none will understand that I need at least 1 bestie. I accidentally isolate myself though I'm very much with their conversations at first.
Then those friendships grow, most of them stay just friends or acquaintances, and very few become close friends of mine. When 1 earns enough of my trust to become a bestie, that fear reappears again suddenly, making me want to destroy him before he can hurt me.
In all these years until now, every best friend I ever got turned to believe I'm his worst enemy. I hurt #1 so much that I still feel bitter guilt and regrets. Me and #2 were dead set on destroying each other, from emotionally to physically, until I finally broke his boundaries and threw him away. #3 had his trust in me fade slowly until I stood far from him. #4 same as #2 still destroying each other silently. I almost had a crush on #5 so I was forced to break our deep friendship before I did some catastrophic approaches. The only one is #6 remaining, but he'll be in the air next night and I could only see him 5 times in an 18 months interval...
That is my awful will, to destroy everyone who gets close to me, before I terribly panic of unfathomable fear that someday they'll all break me down...
And now I have nobody to turn to, not even a friend because I got rid of them all sooner than I needed to. I'm kept miserable inside my home prison, no one to sleep at their place, nowhere and no way to even take a breath...
... Since I began my campaign of having a best friend and killing my stupid phobia of being broken down by them. Now look at what's happening... I'm broken. No trust. Not even sustainable company. I know I'm the reason behind all this pain, yet I still can't find out why...
Every time I thought of giving up this path or even attempting suicide partly because of countless friendship failures, something would happen exactly the next day which forces me to keep walking and fighting all the way in order to achieve my so precious prize: a best friend.
I've completely lost hope now. I'm just wishing tomorrow would either confirm my absolute failure, or send me a divine angel to illuminate my poor lonely destiny.........