LuckyNumber7
Blue Crack Addict
Anybody who will listen, anybody. I'm at a shitty low point right now. I've got no idea who to turn to. All of my life, I've been so incredibly reserved. Locked up. Bottled up. I just wrote that in a response. And it got to me. I can't keep living like this. If you've got the time... please at least hear me. I'm throwing my pride out the door right now for the first time in forever.
All of this crap started around graduation in May. Over the last few months of high school I completely developed a sense of paranoia. I cannot sense a true persons intentions, whether it be in real life, on the internet, you name it. That paranoia led me to the distrust of my friends. And the realization that I truly lack that best friend or group of friends. I can fully accept that nobody disliked me. But at the same time, I realized I'm always on the outside looking in.
Countless times I was bailed upon for plans, ignored, etc., for lame shit. It completely went to my head. I isolated myself from everyone. I wanted to see who was faithful to me. It turns out that not that many people were. Maybe one, my good friend Ben. Over the summer I would go through roller coaster episodes of depression, although nobody knew anything of it. Nobody knows anything of it to this point, a year going on.
When I moved away here to Orlando, I'd never been more glad to get away from all of them. I wanted to start over new. I thought I had that chance. I thought my old friends would still be my friends and I could make new, better friends. It turns out that I got more of the same. Socially ignored. It made me feel like shit. I go through this daily now, up and down. Nobody knows anything of it. I share little in common with many of the people I associate as my friends, who I feel are almost my friends by default. I've made no friends outside of my 2 roomates and 1 or 2 people that I know from back home. And even then, I'm nearly outcasted. I often feel betrayed, and I'm always paranoid of my friends true intentions, especially because of what a bad experience I'd just went through.
Music is a huge part of my life. It governs my life. I often get ostracized for my musical tastes (shockingly U2 being the biggest one). I yearn for a friend who can share this passion with me. Sadly, not even a casual fan exists in my life. And for any of my musical taste, but most importantly U2. I'm not good at meeting new people. I've got no talents. No good looks. I wish I could play music, to express myself, and no matter how hard I try I figure I'm a failure. I've always been 'that kid'. Awful at everything. I want to go to the gym. Maybe one day get in shape. Fail at that too. My self-confidence is rock bottom. No matter where I go around here the majority is better than me at whatever it is. Academically I just don't give a shit anymore.
I get outcasted for not being a major pothead or smoking weed at all because every single friend I have does, and to ridiculous extents. I'd probably have a drinking problem, if I had someone to drink with but I dont. God forbid alcohol is actually present on a college campus and someone gets sick, I'd help them out and care for them. I dont think a single person would return that favor.
I haven't seen my old friends much less talked to them. I've given them an ultimatum in my head. If they want to be my friend they can make an effort. Which means I've effectively lost all of my old friends. And I have little to no friends, and certainly no good friends here.
It's 3:30 and somebody just knocked on my door asking for a lighter. I appeared at the door shaking as I am now and teary-eyed. I'm sure they wont bring the lighter back either, but I dont really care. I've lost my thought, but I dont even know what to do anymore. There's so much more to it than even this.
All of this crap started around graduation in May. Over the last few months of high school I completely developed a sense of paranoia. I cannot sense a true persons intentions, whether it be in real life, on the internet, you name it. That paranoia led me to the distrust of my friends. And the realization that I truly lack that best friend or group of friends. I can fully accept that nobody disliked me. But at the same time, I realized I'm always on the outside looking in.
Countless times I was bailed upon for plans, ignored, etc., for lame shit. It completely went to my head. I isolated myself from everyone. I wanted to see who was faithful to me. It turns out that not that many people were. Maybe one, my good friend Ben. Over the summer I would go through roller coaster episodes of depression, although nobody knew anything of it. Nobody knows anything of it to this point, a year going on.
When I moved away here to Orlando, I'd never been more glad to get away from all of them. I wanted to start over new. I thought I had that chance. I thought my old friends would still be my friends and I could make new, better friends. It turns out that I got more of the same. Socially ignored. It made me feel like shit. I go through this daily now, up and down. Nobody knows anything of it. I share little in common with many of the people I associate as my friends, who I feel are almost my friends by default. I've made no friends outside of my 2 roomates and 1 or 2 people that I know from back home. And even then, I'm nearly outcasted. I often feel betrayed, and I'm always paranoid of my friends true intentions, especially because of what a bad experience I'd just went through.
Music is a huge part of my life. It governs my life. I often get ostracized for my musical tastes (shockingly U2 being the biggest one). I yearn for a friend who can share this passion with me. Sadly, not even a casual fan exists in my life. And for any of my musical taste, but most importantly U2. I'm not good at meeting new people. I've got no talents. No good looks. I wish I could play music, to express myself, and no matter how hard I try I figure I'm a failure. I've always been 'that kid'. Awful at everything. I want to go to the gym. Maybe one day get in shape. Fail at that too. My self-confidence is rock bottom. No matter where I go around here the majority is better than me at whatever it is. Academically I just don't give a shit anymore.
I get outcasted for not being a major pothead or smoking weed at all because every single friend I have does, and to ridiculous extents. I'd probably have a drinking problem, if I had someone to drink with but I dont. God forbid alcohol is actually present on a college campus and someone gets sick, I'd help them out and care for them. I dont think a single person would return that favor.
I haven't seen my old friends much less talked to them. I've given them an ultimatum in my head. If they want to be my friend they can make an effort. Which means I've effectively lost all of my old friends. And I have little to no friends, and certainly no good friends here.
It's 3:30 and somebody just knocked on my door asking for a lighter. I appeared at the door shaking as I am now and teary-eyed. I'm sure they wont bring the lighter back either, but I dont really care. I've lost my thought, but I dont even know what to do anymore. There's so much more to it than even this.