Hey, lonely people. I'm here because my internet friends, who used to be as sad and lonely as me, are not that way anymore, and it's driving me to a very dark and isolated place. Probably with a chainsaw in its trunk.
I thought I was a friendless loser in high school, but then I graduated and realized I had it pretty good. Five years later, I have one (~real life~) friend. I spent my last 7 birthdays crying, without a party as an excuse, because I was alone. Well, except for the friend I've been attached to at the hip for those 7 years: Major Depression.
I've never been romantic or sexual with anyone, either. Never been on a date. Never even held hands, and I can count on one hand the number of people who have expressed interest in me - none of them flattering. I'm almost 24 years old; people all around me are getting engaged, married, starting to have children ... and at this pace, I'm afraid I might have to get married after my first date if I don't want to die alone! All I want is to feel connected to someone. To hold hands. :/
People don't talk to me. They don't seek me out, and when I initiate contact, I'm ignored or forgotten. There must be something so deeply wrong with me that other people can sense it and are instinctively repulsed, no matter how enthusiastically I chat and laugh and smile. They just ... know. Somehow, they know.
Yet I can't blame the bright, lively people around me for not seeing anything worthy in me. They move and change and live ... and I don't. I do nothing. I have no charisma, no talents, no achievements, no goals or dreams or connections. Hell, I don't even drink alcohol, which, to my endless RAGE, has made being social a source of nothing but anxiety that was never there before I turned 21. I don't know anyone my age who does anything without the involvement of alcohol, not even going to a **** movie. Bam, I'm instantly awkward and excluded and boring. Not that I have a problem with drunk people - I've actually realized that drunk people are easier to get along with than sober ones, which was ... startling. I know I'm kind of weird and silly, but people can't understand me until they're actually DRUNK?? Whatever, it's better than nothing.
The feeling that has always been there ... the feeling that I don't really exist, that I'm not quite real, that I'm not wholly alive ... keeps intensifying. It hurts so much that I have the actual, physical urge to reach into my abdomen and tear my guts out with my bare hands.
I'm a lonely one, too. It's nice to meet you.
I thought I was a friendless loser in high school, but then I graduated and realized I had it pretty good. Five years later, I have one (~real life~) friend. I spent my last 7 birthdays crying, without a party as an excuse, because I was alone. Well, except for the friend I've been attached to at the hip for those 7 years: Major Depression.
I've never been romantic or sexual with anyone, either. Never been on a date. Never even held hands, and I can count on one hand the number of people who have expressed interest in me - none of them flattering. I'm almost 24 years old; people all around me are getting engaged, married, starting to have children ... and at this pace, I'm afraid I might have to get married after my first date if I don't want to die alone! All I want is to feel connected to someone. To hold hands. :/
People don't talk to me. They don't seek me out, and when I initiate contact, I'm ignored or forgotten. There must be something so deeply wrong with me that other people can sense it and are instinctively repulsed, no matter how enthusiastically I chat and laugh and smile. They just ... know. Somehow, they know.
Yet I can't blame the bright, lively people around me for not seeing anything worthy in me. They move and change and live ... and I don't. I do nothing. I have no charisma, no talents, no achievements, no goals or dreams or connections. Hell, I don't even drink alcohol, which, to my endless RAGE, has made being social a source of nothing but anxiety that was never there before I turned 21. I don't know anyone my age who does anything without the involvement of alcohol, not even going to a **** movie. Bam, I'm instantly awkward and excluded and boring. Not that I have a problem with drunk people - I've actually realized that drunk people are easier to get along with than sober ones, which was ... startling. I know I'm kind of weird and silly, but people can't understand me until they're actually DRUNK?? Whatever, it's better than nothing.
The feeling that has always been there ... the feeling that I don't really exist, that I'm not quite real, that I'm not wholly alive ... keeps intensifying. It hurts so much that I have the actual, physical urge to reach into my abdomen and tear my guts out with my bare hands.
I'm a lonely one, too. It's nice to meet you.