JamesAnderson20
Active member
I spend a lot of my days alone inside my house and I'd rather this than spending it with a house full of people. I've kind of accepted that this is my life, I'm not anybody in particular. Of course, its never that simple cause everybody needs company unfortunately, and the company I get is just not the company I want, its either my parents or my sister. There is just no way for me to meet people (women) as my fear of social interaction overpowers my desire to make friends, and I just carry on with my life of solitude with the aid of fiction, alcohol, porn, exercise and whatever else that gets me by, and I know that none of you have an answer cause most of you are probably in the same boat. Oh yeah, that's the other thing, I have depression now! It all just gets better and better doesn't it!? I now find myself sometimes thinking whether this is worth it or not, whether living this life for the sake of it is worth it. I'm not talking about suicide or anything, I just sometimes find myself not caring what happens to me anymore, if you see the difference there. I'd like to end this on a positive note, and I'd like to say that we can all recover from whatever we have wrong with us, but I don't believe that at the moment, sorry, that's not to say its not true though, I don't know! I don't want to add to people's woe!