I've had one relationship that lasted 4,5 years, from 20 to 25. I was younger but I proved pretty much unable to hold down a job during that time. Also we only saw eachother on the weekends school vacations and such, that helped a lot. We were crazy for eachother for a looong time, I spent so much time in the train to go to brussels, and she to come here. Everything went downhill pretty fast when we tried to move together, I tried to pick up studies, and misfortune kept piling on. These days I'm convinced that had circumstances been easier on me I still would have failed miserably. Her mother passed away not that long ago, bless her soul, one of the wisest people I ever got the priviledge to meet... Once she found a few books by the roadside and gifted them to my ex, except for the epics of gilgamesh, which I understood to be for me, we exchanged a knowing look before I grabbed the book and thanked her, and my ex was kinda dumbfounded like "how did y'all know?!". I'm grateful she ended it because I would have followed her anywhere without ever letting on what's wrong with me, I might never had understood it anyways.
Whatever happened after her were just a few confusing and frustrating episodes, one of which I tolerate as one my closest friends now I guess? She knows how to invite herself over here without being a nuisance and when somebody works around your boundaries like that it's impossible to refuse. Life is fucking weird, but if I ascertain objectively she is the person the most up to date on my life, besides my parents. I was relieved when she found herself a now longterm boyfriend that fits. Eventho she contributed also to my hopelessnes I wouldn't even have thought to mention her hadn't she just chatted me up to talk about new years eve. I prefer not to think about the other sex, but what's funny to me and why write this whole paragraph: it took this random event of her reminding me her exisitence, while I write a text about this subject, for me to realize that while she might have taken a few solid swings at my libido, it was me personally who took it out in the backyard and shot it in the head.
Also when I barge in here nofilter to excise some intrusive thoughts I keep to myself IRL (except when I loose my shit and yell), the goal is to take them out of me and leave them rot somewhere, so that when I come back I am unable to identify with the traces of past me, like usual. I am not yet crazy enough to leave a detailed report of my insecurities on a silver platter, where I usually act in unlikable ways. If you wanna know you gotta give it some of your own. Which leads me back to what's wrong with me.
Thank you for the words of encouragement Nenjin but there is no nougat, if there was I ate it and nobody can have any. There is only a presumably somewhat charismatic public persona, (because I get around and I get along IRL) that leaves me feeling hollow once I hang it on the coathanger, that I cannot identify for shit with. True me is meest when there is undistinctive thougts with bits and pieces of every language I talk flaring up, that somehow amount to mostly tacit understanding.