UDDTHU
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Hello to all my friends, brothers, and sisters.
I wanted to post this anonymously on Ask.Satan, but for some reason, I ended up choosing to share it on my personal account.
I am a young adult. During my childhood, I never experienced a normal life because of my overly cautious, fearful, and obsessive family.
As a result, I am now very shy, unsocial, introverted, and quiet, with a slight stutter. (Because I was always treated harshly whenever I started talking, and it made me afraid to speak.)
Now that I’ve reached adulthood, I feel like my mind is stuck in childhood. It’s as if the world is entirely new to me, like I’m stepping into it for the first time. Everything in this world feels deeply emotional to me, and I want to embrace it all.
I am a highly emotional person, and almost everything affects me and makes me think deeply. When I encounter sad things, it’s incredibly hard for me to hold back my tears.
My mind works in a way that allows me to deeply understand everything. I can sense other people’s emotions very precisely, sometimes even better than they do themselves. I can even view the world from their perspective and quickly understand their interests.
These two aspects of my personality—my emotional nature and the world’s novelty to me, like that of a newborn child—have created a combination as fierce as a massive, unyielding dragon.
I spend most of my time reflecting on my existence, the existence of this world, and the people in it.
Even though I’m not a social person, a few people are very dear to me, including my family.
I have a very dependent personality and am extremely afraid of being abandoned. I genuinely mean it. My fear of abandonment is terrifying.
I miss the people who are important to me and whom I love deeply, and I cry for them every single day.
I constantly fear that the people I care about don’t love me as much as I love them.
I have a beautiful face and should, in theory, be attractive or likable to some people. (In addition to having a kind and supportive personality.) But nobody wants me.
I just want to be as dear and important to the people I care about as they are to me.
I’ve had a friend for almost a year now, someone I’m very fond of. A few days ago, I met her after a long time.
She was the first person in my life who hugged me. The first person who held my hand while crossing the street.
The first person who cared about me and wanted me to feel comfortable.
This friend is very dear to me, and I love her like my family.
I would do anything to meet her again and hug her. I would do anything to take care of her and make her happy.
But I’m scared. I’m scared that my feelings might seem ridiculous to her.
I’m scared that after expressing my emotions, she might say, “You’re crazy.”
(Don’t misunderstand; I don’t have romantic feelings for my friend. I just see her as more than a close friend, like family.)
We can’t talk much when we’re apart.
I wish our days together were endless, and we could always be by each other’s side.
Every person I’ve ever become attached to has had things more important than me in their life. And they’re right.
The one with no life was me.
The one who didn’t know how to live was me.
The one without a purpose in life was me.
The one with a troubled upbringing was me.
I just love people too much. I have an honest and pure love for the people who matter to me and whom I care about. What’s my sin? Should I suffer because of this? Should I always live in fear of rejection and abandonment? Why, God?
What is love that I don’t have it in my life? What is being loved that I don’t have it? What does it feel like to be loved? What is love, and where does it come from?
I want to cry in front of the people who matter to me and ask them, “Why don’t you love me?”
What did I do wrong that makes you not love me? Am I a bad person? Am I ugly? Do you hate me?
I just want to matter to the person I care about. I want to be her priority.
I don’t know what else to say; my tears won’t stop.
I’m depressed again. I cry every day and night.
All I want is for the person I care about to love me. That’s it.
I wish I could know.
I wanted to post this anonymously on Ask.Satan, but for some reason, I ended up choosing to share it on my personal account.
I am a young adult. During my childhood, I never experienced a normal life because of my overly cautious, fearful, and obsessive family.
As a result, I am now very shy, unsocial, introverted, and quiet, with a slight stutter. (Because I was always treated harshly whenever I started talking, and it made me afraid to speak.)
Now that I’ve reached adulthood, I feel like my mind is stuck in childhood. It’s as if the world is entirely new to me, like I’m stepping into it for the first time. Everything in this world feels deeply emotional to me, and I want to embrace it all.
I am a highly emotional person, and almost everything affects me and makes me think deeply. When I encounter sad things, it’s incredibly hard for me to hold back my tears.
My mind works in a way that allows me to deeply understand everything. I can sense other people’s emotions very precisely, sometimes even better than they do themselves. I can even view the world from their perspective and quickly understand their interests.
These two aspects of my personality—my emotional nature and the world’s novelty to me, like that of a newborn child—have created a combination as fierce as a massive, unyielding dragon.
I spend most of my time reflecting on my existence, the existence of this world, and the people in it.
Even though I’m not a social person, a few people are very dear to me, including my family.
I have a very dependent personality and am extremely afraid of being abandoned. I genuinely mean it. My fear of abandonment is terrifying.
I miss the people who are important to me and whom I love deeply, and I cry for them every single day.
I constantly fear that the people I care about don’t love me as much as I love them.
I have a beautiful face and should, in theory, be attractive or likable to some people. (In addition to having a kind and supportive personality.) But nobody wants me.
I just want to be as dear and important to the people I care about as they are to me.
I’ve had a friend for almost a year now, someone I’m very fond of. A few days ago, I met her after a long time.
She was the first person in my life who hugged me. The first person who held my hand while crossing the street.
The first person who cared about me and wanted me to feel comfortable.
This friend is very dear to me, and I love her like my family.
I would do anything to meet her again and hug her. I would do anything to take care of her and make her happy.
But I’m scared. I’m scared that my feelings might seem ridiculous to her.
I’m scared that after expressing my emotions, she might say, “You’re crazy.”
(Don’t misunderstand; I don’t have romantic feelings for my friend. I just see her as more than a close friend, like family.)
We can’t talk much when we’re apart.
I wish our days together were endless, and we could always be by each other’s side.
Every person I’ve ever become attached to has had things more important than me in their life. And they’re right.
The one with no life was me.
The one who didn’t know how to live was me.
The one without a purpose in life was me.
The one with a troubled upbringing was me.
I just love people too much. I have an honest and pure love for the people who matter to me and whom I care about. What’s my sin? Should I suffer because of this? Should I always live in fear of rejection and abandonment? Why, God?
What is love that I don’t have it in my life? What is being loved that I don’t have it? What does it feel like to be loved? What is love, and where does it come from?
I want to cry in front of the people who matter to me and ask them, “Why don’t you love me?”
What did I do wrong that makes you not love me? Am I a bad person? Am I ugly? Do you hate me?
I just want to matter to the person I care about. I want to be her priority.
I don’t know what else to say; my tears won’t stop.
I’m depressed again. I cry every day and night.
All I want is for the person I care about to love me. That’s it.
I wish I could know.