CosmicNeurotica
Banned
I've decided not having a friend is the thing actually making me suffer.
At least before when I had someone to hang out with, and had a few friends in school, my social anxiety didn't bother me as much because I knew people liked me. It didn't matter so much then when someone didn't like me.
I could handle being judged negatively because I knew I had that love there from friends, and it made me confident.
But now, so many years later, it's the negative things that gnaw at me. When someone doesn't like the way I dress, or the music I like, or something I said. It becomes an obsession and leads to major depression. I don't have a friend to call and talk about stuff with. Like a crutch to fall back on to make me happy again.
It's just so hard the older I get I guess to have much in common with anyone. Or maybe because my tastes have gotten more broad and I have more freedom in thinking for myself, the art I enjoy is more particular to me.
And the fact that I have aspergers, can't live on my own and have to live with my mom at 30. Yeah, that one's probably a pretty big one.
Oh well, I just needed to post because I was feeling down and of course I won't post anywhere else but here.
Love you guys. Peace!
At least before when I had someone to hang out with, and had a few friends in school, my social anxiety didn't bother me as much because I knew people liked me. It didn't matter so much then when someone didn't like me.
I could handle being judged negatively because I knew I had that love there from friends, and it made me confident.
But now, so many years later, it's the negative things that gnaw at me. When someone doesn't like the way I dress, or the music I like, or something I said. It becomes an obsession and leads to major depression. I don't have a friend to call and talk about stuff with. Like a crutch to fall back on to make me happy again.
It's just so hard the older I get I guess to have much in common with anyone. Or maybe because my tastes have gotten more broad and I have more freedom in thinking for myself, the art I enjoy is more particular to me.
And the fact that I have aspergers, can't live on my own and have to live with my mom at 30. Yeah, that one's probably a pretty big one.
Oh well, I just needed to post because I was feeling down and of course I won't post anywhere else but here.
Love you guys. Peace!