sadsoul
Alive and unwell
- Sep 9, 2018
- 440
In my head I can have the greatest conversations and I always think about so many different things but when I'm supposed to talk to someone my mind goes completely blank and I don't know what to say. It's really awkward but I don't know why I am like this. Why can't I talk to people like every other normal human being? Why am I so insecure and why am I so bad at socializing? The only time I feel like I can be relaxed and talk normally is at home with my parents. But even at home I don't say much and I don't feel like I can have meaningful conversations. I am literally too stupid to do what is the most natural thing to most people. And it is driving me crazy that I have no idea why I am like this.
I've always been like this, I remember writing stuff on my DESK in elementary school because I was too shy (and too afraid of judgment) to ask someone for a piece of paper. It seems like this shyness has always been a part of me. But I think it has gotten worse. Back then I had a few friends, I even had one friend that I was really close with. But after elementary school I gradually lost contact with all my friends and since then I wasn't able to make new friends. My heart hurts so much looking back and realizing how good my life was compared to now and how lonely I have become. I wonder what my life would be like if I had stayed in contact with my friends. But now I'm all alone and I'm too scared and also too tired and exhausted from school and life in general to try to socialize. To be honest, I think at this point I don't even want to have friends anymore. I can't relate much to people my age and I don't want to put so much effort into being friends with someone who might in the end reject me and hate me for the messed up piece of shit that I am. I don't feel like I deserve friends, I feel like I don't fit in anywhere, I want to leave this world because I'm a burden and don't do anything good for anyone. And I just want to know why I am like this. Why. I want to be normal. But I'm sitting here, typing this alone in my room while everyone is out having a good time. Everyone is enjoying their teenage years while I'm thinking about how to kill myself best. I feel like I'm a complete failure, I could have very good grades but my grades get worse because I don't have the energy or motivation to study and I don't participate in class. And what do my parents do? They tell that if I stopped being lazy I would get better grades and everything would be fine. They really don't understand how I'm feeling, they don't understand how much pressure they put on me and how much school stresses me out. I don't see a point in school, work and society in general. It's all so pointless, exhausting and dehumanizing. There's suffering everywhere and if you tell that to pro-lifers they respond by saying: "That's just how it is." What a sick world. And I'm the sick person if I decide not to play this cruel game anymore? I'm the sick person if I say no to a life filled with far more pain than joy? I don't know how people can live in this world without going insane. I can't and I won't. And it's not like I didn't try to get better. I tried to better, I'm in therapy right now. But it's not working for me, nothing's working.
Anyway, now I feel pathetic for writing all this down because my problems are so small compared to the things that other people on here go through and I hate myself for not being able to get my act together. Oh well.
But yeah, venting is good sometimes and I wonder if anyone on here can relate to what I wrote.
I've always been like this, I remember writing stuff on my DESK in elementary school because I was too shy (and too afraid of judgment) to ask someone for a piece of paper. It seems like this shyness has always been a part of me. But I think it has gotten worse. Back then I had a few friends, I even had one friend that I was really close with. But after elementary school I gradually lost contact with all my friends and since then I wasn't able to make new friends. My heart hurts so much looking back and realizing how good my life was compared to now and how lonely I have become. I wonder what my life would be like if I had stayed in contact with my friends. But now I'm all alone and I'm too scared and also too tired and exhausted from school and life in general to try to socialize. To be honest, I think at this point I don't even want to have friends anymore. I can't relate much to people my age and I don't want to put so much effort into being friends with someone who might in the end reject me and hate me for the messed up piece of shit that I am. I don't feel like I deserve friends, I feel like I don't fit in anywhere, I want to leave this world because I'm a burden and don't do anything good for anyone. And I just want to know why I am like this. Why. I want to be normal. But I'm sitting here, typing this alone in my room while everyone is out having a good time. Everyone is enjoying their teenage years while I'm thinking about how to kill myself best. I feel like I'm a complete failure, I could have very good grades but my grades get worse because I don't have the energy or motivation to study and I don't participate in class. And what do my parents do? They tell that if I stopped being lazy I would get better grades and everything would be fine. They really don't understand how I'm feeling, they don't understand how much pressure they put on me and how much school stresses me out. I don't see a point in school, work and society in general. It's all so pointless, exhausting and dehumanizing. There's suffering everywhere and if you tell that to pro-lifers they respond by saying: "That's just how it is." What a sick world. And I'm the sick person if I decide not to play this cruel game anymore? I'm the sick person if I say no to a life filled with far more pain than joy? I don't know how people can live in this world without going insane. I can't and I won't. And it's not like I didn't try to get better. I tried to better, I'm in therapy right now. But it's not working for me, nothing's working.
Anyway, now I feel pathetic for writing all this down because my problems are so small compared to the things that other people on here go through and I hate myself for not being able to get my act together. Oh well.
But yeah, venting is good sometimes and I wonder if anyone on here can relate to what I wrote.