Ye know that sad, depressing realisation that yer life has pretty much pointless up tae this point... Or at least, life seems to be passing you by - wi' each an' every year? Aye, that feeling.
Counting doon tae ma birthday - yay! Big whoop! So ye survived another 12 months, yer alive and huv'nae died, yet! That's all yer celebrating! Each year is still another closer to death. But, oh, we dinnae want tae think aboot that, dae we? Naw! Because it just mean it's still to early tae start planning the funeral!
Aye, ah said it! Get tae fuc...! Sorry, thinkin' oot loud, there. Tae paraphrase: Ah hate birthday(s)! (Ah cannae even begin tae explain the Scottish dourness and cynicism required tae emphasise the miserableness o' that statement!) :thumbdown: Anyway. Am ramblin' noo, so... Off. Ah. F**k. :sarcastic:
Yeah I'm with ya Gra, I hate my birthday....I always get so down a month before it comes. It makes me look back on all the years and feel down about not having achieved a better life, BUT then I have to remind myself of the sh.it I've had to deal with and try and overcome....it's been quite a journey.
It just breaks my heart that it's not the journey I wanted. I just hold hope in my heart that things will get better and that hopefully I will achieve a happy life that I can be proud of instead of just surviving.
I hope you feel a bit better soon.
Perhaps you're over-thinking how you acted and going through all the minutiae of the day. I'm sure you acted fine and everyone enjoyed your company.Not feeling great to be honest. I had a decent time but something's bothering me. I'm alarmed at how often this happens after social encounters. I leave feeling dissatisfied and bothered. Why? Is it because I feel insecure/socially hypersensitive, so I leave feeling like something must have gone wrong, or that I wasn't treated the way I wanted to be/paranoid that I came across as awkward?
Often I feel like I look nervous but people tell me I was fine and you couldn't tell; and then other times I think I was fine and I'm told I seemed "quiet". Can't win, I guess. I'd love to be able to just not care altogether and be myself, but social phobia doesn't work that way. It's a struggle. Either way, I feel crummy, sad, and... lonely, strangely enough. The feelings are almost unbearable in intensity. Looking forward to sleep.
That's a bad outburst, Lamb! Sounds like you've been having this build up for a little while. Is something else bothering you?Pensive.
I managed to be assertive at the wrong time and in the wrong manner. Yelled at my mate's best friend (first encounter meeting him) to f**k off and go home in front of his girlfriend due to a misunderstanding..
It's resolved now but lately I've felt like a firecracker ready to explode.
They thought I might have Tourettes since the night had been going so well too..h:
It was very out of character. My mate's jaw dropped in astonishment.
I fear having another reaction like this. =/
That's a bad outburst, Lamb! Sounds like you've been having this build up for a little while. Is something else bothering you?
It is liberating because you've finally decided to break free from the restraints of being quiet and absorbing all the negativity thrown at you. That was your inner self saying, "enough is enough!"You're telling me!
I think it was just a collection of sitting on my emotions when they're negative instead of expressing them for well, years. Top it off with a couple of assumptions and insecurity, I decided I wasn't going to be the calm, communicative one and instead get some feelings off my chest; deal with the repercussions later.
The funny thing is I felt better afterwards and didn't give a hoot.. until the next day. It was quite liberating which is why I fear it now. Thanks for asking Mikey.
Depressed and crying, everything sux so much. I can´t see any reasonable solution, everything is cursed. I don´t know how someone can be happy. Where do they get it from. I can´t face the competition of others even remotely, the latest idiot is still better than me. I hate not having work, and I hate work, them hating me. I am sick of still the same ****. I am also tired of still pretending that I am normal, don´t mind anything, can do everything, nothing is a problem. Always ready to help, reliable, responsible etc. What for, when they get rid of me insidiously like of ill dog anyway, because I am not the right type. **** YOU ALL.
Depressed and crying, everything sux so much. I can´t see any reasonable solution, everything is cursed. I don´t know how someone can be happy. Where do they get it from. I can´t face the competition of others even remotely, the latest idiot is still better than me. I hate not having work, and I hate work, them hating me. I am sick of still the same ****. I am also tired of still pretending that I am normal, don´t mind anything, can do everything, nothing is a problem. Always ready to help, reliable, responsible etc. What for, when they get rid of me insidiously like of ill dog anyway, because I am not the right type. **** YOU ALL.
Depressed and crying, everything sux so much. I can´t see any reasonable solution, everything is cursed. I don´t know how someone can be happy. Where do they get it from. I can´t face the competition of others even remotely, the latest idiot is still better than me. I hate not having work, and I hate work, them hating me. I am sick of still the same ****. I am also tired of still pretending that I am normal, don´t mind anything, can do everything, nothing is a problem. Always ready to help, reliable, responsible etc. What for, when they get rid of me insidiously like of ill dog anyway, because I am not the right type. **** YOU ALL.
Depressed and crying, everything sux so much. I can´t see any reasonable solution, everything is cursed. I don´t know how someone can be happy. Where do they get it from. I can´t face the competition of others even remotely, the latest idiot is still better than me. I hate not having work, and I hate work, them hating me. I am sick of still the same ****. I am also tired of still pretending that I am normal, don´t mind anything, can do everything, nothing is a problem. Always ready to help, reliable, responsible etc. What for, when they get rid of me insidiously like of ill dog anyway, because I am not the right type. **** YOU ALL.
I'm sorry Lea, I hope you feel better![]()