CosmicNeurotica
Banned
I went to the bar, even though I didn't want to go.
Going out like this just makes me realize how bad I really am.
I went ahead and saw my cousin at the bar she works at. It was her birthday party so everyone got together.
I went in pretty confident. Stood up, said hello to everyone I know there (which seemed like everyone).
But then I sit at the bar. Once I sit down, it's paranoia city for me.
I probably sat there for the next 3 hours straight, just drinking, and occasionally getting up to pee.
The worst part is, everything is going on around me.
One incredibally beautiful woman came in and sat 2 seats down.
I commented to my (other) cousin that was there, wow.
One thing you have to know about my cousin. She's crazy. She drinks and mingles with everyone at the bar. That's her scene.
Everything was alright (relatively speaking), until one by one, people come up to me and ask if I'm ok.
One chick came up and wanted a picture with me. She asked why I was looking at her and frowning.
My cousin then later had to say to the hot girl "he's such a sweetheart". She looked at me and started talking to someone else. (turned out she was there with her fiance though so no hard feelings)
2 others then came up through the night to me and said "cheer up".
I felt then that my cousin was telling everyone at the place, come talk to me I'm depressed.
It's pretty brutal out there.
As the night goes on and I drink more, which usually makes me better, the depression really hit hard.
I see everyone dancing. Girls get up right in front of me and dance on the table.
Normally that should be fun for me. I should be up and talking and acting a fool with everyone else.
But nope. I have to sit there. And when a song comes on the jukebox I have to hold back tears.
I try to smile, but I guess it doesn't come off so well to others.
And it made me feel worse because I have to act happy and smile and just say "yeah that's me." or "no I'll be alright".
Even though tonight made me realize more than ever, I'm not alright.
The one time I get out of the house. I couldn't have been more tense. More depressed at the fact that I'm watching what my life should be before my eyes, but I'm forced to sit back and be the observer while everyone feels forced to try and cheer me up.
I could barely muster out a sentence. And if it was a sentence, it was probably the dumbest idiotic thing they've heard all night.
It was just rough.
I'm glad to be back home on the computer, being able to write a topic about it.
I just don't like being who I am. Because it's not who I am. But the more I am this other person who acts to be alright, the worse it gets. The more others have a judgment about me that's not me at all.
I think depression has to be the worst feeling in the world. It's crippling beyond belief. Beyond broken bones. Beyond any other disease.
It's killing me, and I can't even enjoy my life while it's killing me.
Lost love, I've had. It's bad, but crying can feel good.
It's even worse when you can't even cry because your body is so numb to it.
It's become where everything I say, or type, I become judged by my self. I am seeing me as another would see me as myself.
I'm glad I can come here and let out. Even if you are judging me.
I want to be me. But mostly all that comes out is a manifestation of me controlled by depression and desperation.
I don't know what to do anymore with my life.
I try to muster up some happiness built down, even if fake, to attempt to compliment others or make friends.
A lot of you really are my friends. But it's hard for me to see, because all I want is attention. The attention I've never had growing up.
The attention I can't get because I'm too afraid of others judgment.
Depression is completely debilitating, and I don't think people give enough credit to the power and destruction of real depression.
It makes me paranoid and doubt everything about everyone. I can't talk to anyone. I can't be happy. About anything.
I guess its time to end this. It turned out to be more of a diary I guess eh. Well. It is what it is.
I love you guys though. I love so many people that I'm not able to express in words the way I feel. More depression doing what it does.
I guess I do have one thing though. The ability to express at least in some forum how I feel. To be able to write it down. Hoping someone will see. Reaching out for help. Because I don't see an end to this misery.
I need my music.
Going out like this just makes me realize how bad I really am.
I went ahead and saw my cousin at the bar she works at. It was her birthday party so everyone got together.
I went in pretty confident. Stood up, said hello to everyone I know there (which seemed like everyone).
But then I sit at the bar. Once I sit down, it's paranoia city for me.
I probably sat there for the next 3 hours straight, just drinking, and occasionally getting up to pee.
The worst part is, everything is going on around me.
One incredibally beautiful woman came in and sat 2 seats down.
I commented to my (other) cousin that was there, wow.
One thing you have to know about my cousin. She's crazy. She drinks and mingles with everyone at the bar. That's her scene.
Everything was alright (relatively speaking), until one by one, people come up to me and ask if I'm ok.
One chick came up and wanted a picture with me. She asked why I was looking at her and frowning.
My cousin then later had to say to the hot girl "he's such a sweetheart". She looked at me and started talking to someone else. (turned out she was there with her fiance though so no hard feelings)
2 others then came up through the night to me and said "cheer up".
I felt then that my cousin was telling everyone at the place, come talk to me I'm depressed.
It's pretty brutal out there.
As the night goes on and I drink more, which usually makes me better, the depression really hit hard.
I see everyone dancing. Girls get up right in front of me and dance on the table.
Normally that should be fun for me. I should be up and talking and acting a fool with everyone else.
But nope. I have to sit there. And when a song comes on the jukebox I have to hold back tears.
I try to smile, but I guess it doesn't come off so well to others.
And it made me feel worse because I have to act happy and smile and just say "yeah that's me." or "no I'll be alright".
Even though tonight made me realize more than ever, I'm not alright.
The one time I get out of the house. I couldn't have been more tense. More depressed at the fact that I'm watching what my life should be before my eyes, but I'm forced to sit back and be the observer while everyone feels forced to try and cheer me up.
I could barely muster out a sentence. And if it was a sentence, it was probably the dumbest idiotic thing they've heard all night.
It was just rough.
I'm glad to be back home on the computer, being able to write a topic about it.
I just don't like being who I am. Because it's not who I am. But the more I am this other person who acts to be alright, the worse it gets. The more others have a judgment about me that's not me at all.
I think depression has to be the worst feeling in the world. It's crippling beyond belief. Beyond broken bones. Beyond any other disease.
It's killing me, and I can't even enjoy my life while it's killing me.
Lost love, I've had. It's bad, but crying can feel good.
It's even worse when you can't even cry because your body is so numb to it.
It's become where everything I say, or type, I become judged by my self. I am seeing me as another would see me as myself.
I'm glad I can come here and let out. Even if you are judging me.
I want to be me. But mostly all that comes out is a manifestation of me controlled by depression and desperation.
I don't know what to do anymore with my life.
I try to muster up some happiness built down, even if fake, to attempt to compliment others or make friends.
A lot of you really are my friends. But it's hard for me to see, because all I want is attention. The attention I've never had growing up.
The attention I can't get because I'm too afraid of others judgment.
Depression is completely debilitating, and I don't think people give enough credit to the power and destruction of real depression.
It makes me paranoid and doubt everything about everyone. I can't talk to anyone. I can't be happy. About anything.
I guess its time to end this. It turned out to be more of a diary I guess eh. Well. It is what it is.
I love you guys though. I love so many people that I'm not able to express in words the way I feel. More depression doing what it does.
I guess I do have one thing though. The ability to express at least in some forum how I feel. To be able to write it down. Hoping someone will see. Reaching out for help. Because I don't see an end to this misery.
I need my music.