I'm out to my mom, but I honestly need some close friends who know. The problem is, is that I don't want them to be overburdened by my load. I have a connection with a couple of people, but the problem is that the both of them were going out and recently split up, and its been so sad to see them as a buffer. I don't want to be a wall which stabs them if they stray too much or whatever.
But I really need someone who is deeply connected to the kind of stuff that crosses my mind every day. Not even my best friend I can tell yet...I'd almost feel dissapointment from him cause I'm almost like his younger, mislead brother. But I've drifted in this respect. I try to be the most loyal person I possibly can to my friends, and this is tearing me apart because I do not want to be selfish. Not to mention the catch 22 which I'm in. The girl has definitely questioned her gender in the past I believe...And I think she'd understand me a lot better than most. I seem to connect to her. We're both artists, we're both in possession of a sick, and soulless sense of humor and she is very smart. I REALLY want that...To talk to someone besides yourself or pee in the ocean of piss (the internet). I don't know about telling her old boyfriend because I want to be something which lifts him up and lets him live again, not something which may remind him of her or anything. The catch 22 is just that. I think that in a way, not telling them would be a lot better for both of them, but I also feel like if I DON'T tell either of them, I'm being untruthful and that when I finally do, they question whether or not I was a real friend the entire time.
Friendships for me are very truth based. More loyalty and care for them, but I like to be level. Thats the only way I can deeply connect, and I need that. I need another best friend who can hear me out.
I'm almost waiting for the moment, but I'm hesitant, because I fear either of them telling me to not go through with this. I know how creepy it all is, and how cold the future seems really. I think about it all the time, but I can't have that. FAKE emotion and happiness is NOTHING. It kills me more than forced happiness. So I once again, push harder with my artwork and my pursuits which distract me, happy in my own little worlds, cause I'm microcosm, macrocosm and boundaries of it until other people get a hold of it. It is my only meaning and purpose except my friends and care for a race which I still despise, no matter what I do for it.
I just really want a real friend.
Its been almost 2 and a half years since I lost the only person who listened to me, and then I closeted again. I don't feel like a good friend when I've got my foot in the door of said closet, and I'm on the >-bleeped-<ing internet making metaphors rather than telling them. It would seriously light me up if I knew they cared enough about me to overlook what problems I have.
-The many-named one, who's going by "Xen" now. I like it. Hope no one else steals it...