My Neverending Spiral

A year. That's how long it's been since I've posted in this blog. Give or take. So what has changed in the last year of my life? Not much. And what HAS changed has gotten undeniably worse. Not only are bad things happening to me, but now it seems my curse is spreading to those around me. My family, a friend, and I wouldn't doubt others, even. Things are worse right now than I can ever remember them being. It feels like there's a ticking clock, slowly counting down to bad, bad things. Even worse than now, and there's nothing I can do. Everything I've tried has failed. Every single attempt, completely pointless. Meaningless, and a waste of effort, of which I no longer have much. I'm just tired, and almost all my hope for the future has washed away. Right down the drain. Right along with all that "potential" I used to have.

I just feel so shitty. I tried to cheer myself up with a little chocolate treat, but all it's done is leave me with a disgusting feeling in my stomach and hating myself for even eating it in the first place. That's how most of my life feels like anymore. Sure, I may get tiny moments of enjoyment, distraction from this shitty, often uncaring world, but in the end, I feel miserable again and hate myself for even bothering. I just don't see the point. Sure, I got out once in a while, like tonight. Watched a VERY disappointing PPV with all my "friends", but in the end, here I am. Here I sit, miserable as always. If not worse.

I've realized how as the further I fall into the black hole that is my life, the more my mind is reaching, reaching back for even the TINIEST things from my past, whether they were good things or not. Reaching back for people, even girls who have ultimately shunned me, hurt me, and left me worse after all was said and done. Girls who broke my heart, and I THOUGHT I was over years ago. For some reason, in my sadness, in all this loneliness, I find myself thinking of them. And I hate it. And most of all, I hate myself for even bothering.

Why care about a few bitches in my past who treated me like shit in their various, uncaring and selfish ways? Why even CONSIDER the idea of trying to reach out to them again after so long? What are they gonna do for me? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, that's for sure. They will only hurt me, and my memories of the pain they caused me is the primary reason I'm not trying. I think of it often, but I'm doing nothing but thinking. I know they will hurt me again, and I know how afterward, I will be left an even more pathetic pile of nothing than I am even now, as we speak.

But still, I think of them, even if I'm SURE they're never thinking of me. It's never "Hey, I wonder how Marshall's doing?" or "I haven't heard from Marsh in a long time." or anything similar. No, I'm sure my name hasn't crossed their minds in a long, long time. I'm nothing to them. I never was, and never will be. But still, knowing that, I think of them, my shattered, darkened heart desperate for ANYTHING to make me feel even a SHRED better for a single moment. Even just a kind response by text, or a quick conversation in person, anything would theoretically bring me out of my darkness for a SPLIT second. But no. That's so unlikely. They don't care about me. No matter how much I may have cared for them, they do NOT care about me in the slightest.

I hate myself for how far I've fallen. And I hate the world for not realizing my fall, or even that I'm not "fine" at all. Nobody asks. Nobody seems to care. I've heard they do "care", or "they're trying" even if they've done NOTHING different in the last few years than ever before. "They just don't know what to do," they tell me. "They don't know how to help you." Bleh. Bleh, bleh, bleh.

And I'd like to know how a certain someone can be "trying" with me when they've done NOTHING AT ALL. NOTHING. Not ONE fucking thing. No phone calls, no text messages, no emails, NOTHING at all. Even in my presence, the bitch didn't do a GODDAMN thing. Just talked quietly with someone else about me, wondering why I was being all quiet and distant.

I honestly don't know exactly WHY I acted that way, or even why I did something similar today, practically unable to look the girl straight in the face, but that's how it was. I'm awkward. I'm uncomfortable with them. Maybe it's lingering feelings, or the discomfort of being in their vicinity, or simply my shyness from my earlier years coming back. I don't know, but I DO know that I've been distant from both girls on a couple of occasions, and I... I don't know. I can't explain why. I just know I feel shitty, and these girls, girls I've had feelings for in the past, maybe still do, are doing something to me, affecting me in ways I cannot explain. I'm not a bad guy for those actions. I'm just still a shy little boy without ANY experience with a female to speak of. So fuck you if you don't like it, because it's not like I'm doing it purposely. Try stepping in my shoes for ONE fucking day and tell me you'd do anything ANY differently.

:(

My Darkness

He was surrounded in darkness. No matter where he looked, there was no light to speak of. He blinked his eyes, over and over and over, but there was no difference whether his eyes were open or closed. In fact, he felt a tad better with them closed, knowing that it was supposed to be that dark with them not open to the outside world. Looking out onto the darkness, all that emptyness, he was very afraid. He trembled, trying to remain calm, to stay focused on figuring out where he was, what had happened, and what was going on.

"Hello?" he called out, his voice vanishing into the abyss around him. "Can anyone hear me? Is anyone out there!?"

He moved forward in the dark, reaching his hands out, but there was nothing there. He breathed heavily, his lungs sucking air into his body, but he was growing more and more fearful by the moment. He moved his hands all around him, trying to feel anything, but was in a completely empty space. He gasped for air, feeling as if he was suffocating, even though there was plenty of air around him at the moment. He clenched his hands, trying to stop them from shaking, but he felt like the darkness, the emptyness, it was consuming him.

He cried out, "Hello!? Please! Someone answer me!"

He moved forward again, still reaching out, hoping to touch something... anything, but no. He reached and reached, stretching out his arms, his hands, but there was nothing around him as he felt the darkness filling his body. He kept moving, going faster and faster, until he broke out in a full run, dashing through the dark in utter desperation and horror.

"Somebody! Anybody! Help me!!!" he screamed, his legs shaking as he ran, nearly causing him to fall down.

He ran and ran and ran until his lungs burned, his legs were weak, and he stopped, barely able to keep himself standing. He turned around, his eyes searching the abyss, but finding nothing but the dark. Darkness all around him, surrounding him, and now consuming him. He felt alone, abandoned, and utterly hopeless.

"Help me, please..." he pleaded to the nothingness, praying that someone, something, would answer him. He spun around and around, hoping something would happen, hoping the darkness would go away, but it was constant, almost growing darker and more menacing to him, sapping away all of his courage and strength. "Please... help me. Somebody help me..."

His legs buckled beneath him, taking him down. He sat there, full of fear, terror, horror, as he glanced around, searching for any kind of light at all. He searched and searched, trembling, wrapping his arms around his legs to hold himself, trying to keep in whatever courage he had left inside of him. He focused his breath, trying to keep calm, keep it steady, in and out, in and out, but he was just too afraid. The darkness was all around, it was consuming him to the core, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

"Mother... Father... Papa... Mama... Somebody... help me... I beg of you..."

Tears ran down his cheeks as he cried, whispering out to the darkness, praying for anyone to save him. He felt lost, empty, and now completely numb. Realizing he was doomed, he shut his eyes, held himself tightly, and gave in to the darkness, the nothingness, the abyss, and slipped away...