Recent content by livingdeath

No, you aren't the only weirdo. What's exceptional about you is that you're a very good writer.

I agree about therapists not knowing much. As far as work, I am on Disability for mental illness. What do I do all day? Read, play my guitar, waste time on the internet. It all feels like I am just killing time waiting to die. Thank you for asking.

As a 55-year-old man, I too am dealing with the aging issue. It's good to see a post on here from someone in my age group; most people here seem to be kids. I don't have the lack of sex-drive thing. I have LOTS of sex drive but am unable to form liasons with women (I mean I can't get laid)...

I'm a guy and just wanted to let you know that I do not like loud girls (or loud people in general). I find loudness very unattractive and have always preferred the more reserved type. I myself am shy and lacking in confidence, and that often turns to anxiety when I interact with people, and I...

I have a great deal of sympathy for you. I know how it feels to dislike your looks and to feel rejected on that account and I know how it feels to be made fun of, the cruely of that. I know it probably doesn't help to hear guys say "yeah, I used to be like you, now I'm better" which I see in...

I know how you feel. I have always felt ugly. And every time I've been rejected it confirms my sense of ugliness. I know that I actually am not really ugly. I am ordinary-looking and am not overweight or anything. But that makes no difference. Because I feel ugly. I think the sense of ugliness...

If I think someone is just being nice to me because it's the right thing to do, and not because they really like me, that doesn't help me.

I'm the same way. I can't talk to them. If I force myself to do it I'm so so nervous that it sends my anxiety through the roof, and scares her away. Then I feel even worse. So I have given up trying.

It is so bad that I want to die.

I am desperately depressed and lonely. I go to bed each night praying I will not wake up. When I do awaken, it's to a living hell, a living nightmare and my daily goal is to survive, somehow, until I can go back to sleep. This has been my daily life for years. I have seen psychiatrists...