{"id":2392,"date":"2018-02-07T09:30:59","date_gmt":"2018-02-07T15:30:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=2392"},"modified":"2018-02-07T09:30:59","modified_gmt":"2018-02-07T15:30:59","slug":"rope","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2018\/02\/07\/rope\/","title":{"rendered":"Rope"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I wrote this while listening to a song titled &#8220;Rope&#8221; by DED, and it includes the line, &#8220;I&#8217;m not afraid of you, I&#8217;m afraid of what I might do.&#8221; This made me realize that I feel the exact same way for people in my life.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s always been difficult for me to make new friends or converse with people I have not known for a number of years, and I used to tell myself that was because I was terrified of other people. But I realize now that the real truth is that I was scared to get closer to people and open up to them and do something stupid like &#8211; I don&#8217;t know &#8211; trusting them? Letting them in and telling them everything about me and getting attached as I have found that I always seem to do? I&#8217;m afraid of what I may or may not do to those people I have grown close to because I have realized from past experiences that things are bound to go wrong at some point, and the end is usually not too far from the downfall. I&#8217;m scared of getting too close and being absolutely devastated when they decide to move on &#8211; of attaching my rope to them, only to have them tear it to shreds before the knot is completely tied. I always thought that I was afraid of them, but as it turns out, I&#8217;m afraid of the possibility of being deeply affected by their leaving my side &#8211; of over-reacting to a simple turn of their backs and wave of the hands.<\/p>\n<p>I am terrified of people leaving me. Terrified of eating meals alone and being deprived of human interaction, which takes about a day to occur in my mind. If someone does not want to speak to me or spend just a millisecond of their time with me, then I immediately feel as though I have done something wrong to upset them and that I should try and figure out what it was that I did to try and make it better because I absolutely hate having people I care for not care for me in return. I always feel over-attached and as though my emotions are simply far too much that any other person would be willing to withstand.<\/p>\n<p>Over the last couple of months, I have been on a roller-coaster of believing things are getting better and deciding they are only getting worse. I thought coming here would give me new friends, new opportunities to branch outside of the shell I have been hiding in for the last five years of my life. And it did exactly that for a bit. I was becoming part of a small group of people I was content with. But then, something happened &#8211; as usual, right? &#8211; and being the new addition, I began to feel as though I was being cast out. And honestly, it&#8217;s getting to the point where I&#8217;m not too sure what I can do anymore and so I just decide that staying away is best. So that&#8217;s what I&#8217;m doing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I wrote this while listening to a song titled &#8220;Rope&#8221; by DED, and it includes the line, &#8220;I&#8217;m not afraid of you, I&#8217;m afraid of what I might do.&#8221; This made me realize that I feel the exact same way for people in my life. It&#8217;s always been difficult for me to make new friends &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2018\/02\/07\/rope\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Rope&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":20,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2392"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/20"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2392"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2392\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2404,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2392\/revisions\/2404"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2392"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2392"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2392"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}