Forewarning: Sorry to all those who subscribed…
Even though this is a training log it’s probably going to have journal entries every now and again because I have a lot on my mind and I need to help myself to learn to sort it out…
So keep in mind a lot of what I am going to post is going to be a rhetorical but if you want to jump in its cool, but if you want to completely to skip over this estrogen filled bs I can’t blame you at all…
Ranting/whining I guess…:
I’m finding myself up at 3:30 AM slowly sinking back to where I was after seeing my ex…seeing her brought up so many memories that we had and reminded me why I loved her in the first place, and I cannot lie, I have no idea what I am doing. I have been waiting for this day for so long…I must have run 1000 different scenarios in my head about what I would say when I finally get to see her again…
I love you, I hate you, I miss you…
But when I finally saw her all I could do was act like everything was ok, I guess it was because I was happy to finally see her again but…was I really or was I just afraid to let my emotions out? After everything we have been through I am not sure if I love her or the idea of her, or if she even still loves me or if you she is just hitting me up because she is bored…I believe I still love her and it fucking sucks. I was hanging out with an awesome girl earlier and I felt…nothing. Nothing at all, despite all the fun I had all I could feel was an emptiness inside that just left a bad taste in my mouth about the night.
I am going to be honest, when I was growing up I was abused, friendless, miserable, and in a home that was nothing but toxic to me and not much has changed since than. I hadn’t kissed a girl until I was 17, and never had my first serious relationship until I was 19. I had other encounters with girls but with my family and my past I always ended withing 2 weeks. So I am no stranger to being alone or to suffering but if lifting is all I am really good for I am a pathetic excuse of a human being… serving no real purpose and too much of a pussy to pull the trigger and start taking drugs. I don’t know what’s stopping me. I always said I wanted to do it naturally, than I said I wanted to push it as far as I can naturally than flip my ace card to take me over the top, but what am I fucking around for? Maybe I am not ready for that step, maybe I am just letting the emotions and the sadness get to me and make me think some how if I do the drugs, and set world records it’ll somehow fix all the shit that is messed up inside of me.
I have never been a guy that has been good with emotions and I can honestly say as I travel deeper and deeper into this dark period I realize more and more that I am forgetting who I am as a person, let alone a man and I don’t even know how to begin how to find myself again. I don’t even remember what else made me happy outside of lifting, or if I was ever even happy outside of it to begin with. All I know is when I was with her, the pain seemed to go away, and even with all the fighting and the unhappiness…it was still the happiest I have ever been in my life. I can’t even tell you anymore if I am being me, or I am being someone who I am not. Am I being me, am I being who the world tells me to be, am I being who she tells me I am, or am I being this person in direct defiance to what her/they want me to be…whether the decisions I make are what I really believe is the right thing to do or if it’s the decisions of the fake Kevin.
I don’t know, I have so many questions, so many things that I want answered about her, about life, about me, and I am not sure if there is no clear answer yet or if I am too afraid to face the demons that have always been in the shadows…