IamThisOne
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This is my first time posting on this site. I hope I don't get ridiculed, I just want to rant.
So I was recently diagnosed with Social Anxiety Disorder and Major Depression Disorder a few days ago, but I have been dealing with theses problems for years.
I don't have any friends that I hang out with except for my brother. He lives in a big house with a bunch of his friends. I go over to hang out with him about once a week, but I don't stay long because I am constantly worrying about stuff and don't let myself have fun.
So I spend most of my time alone in my room. I live with my grandmother, but I try to avoid her because I even get nervous telling her things. I get so sad just being alone inside my dungeon everyday. I can't sleep so I stay up watching the same movies that I have been watching for ten years. Luckily we have internet access, because that is my only way to interact with the outside world.
I do have a job as a cashier at a store that is next door to my house. It is like I never leave home because it is a 15 second walk to the store. I see the same people everyday because I live in rural Mississippi (USA) and the only people that come into the store are locals. Being a cashier does not help my social phobia that much. I hate it. I hate seeing the same people and having to put up with their obnoxious comments. I only really say scripted things like telling them the price of their purchase.
Naturally I don't get much respect because everyone expects me to be a redneck mongaloid like everyone else.
Everyday is the same as the one before, the summer seems like one long day. It is getting harder to deal with all this. I am never cheerful. I am a walking corpse. I am sick of the constant thoughts of suicide. That is all I think about anymore. Sometimes I will go to the gun cabinet and take out a pistol that is loaded and put it to my head. The only thing that keeps me from pulling the trigger is the fact that dying costs so much money. I don't want my family to be left with funeral expenses and stuff. Maybe once I graduate from community college and get a job (if someone will hire a pathetic corpse) I will save up for a funeral so I can finally be free.
I know everyone on here has heard this story. I am tired of wasting my life away. I wish I could come to terms with the fact that I am alone in this world and I will always be alone. I was never meant to experience such human things as love, happiness, and friendship.
I hope someone replies. Sorry that it is so long.
So I was recently diagnosed with Social Anxiety Disorder and Major Depression Disorder a few days ago, but I have been dealing with theses problems for years.
I don't have any friends that I hang out with except for my brother. He lives in a big house with a bunch of his friends. I go over to hang out with him about once a week, but I don't stay long because I am constantly worrying about stuff and don't let myself have fun.
So I spend most of my time alone in my room. I live with my grandmother, but I try to avoid her because I even get nervous telling her things. I get so sad just being alone inside my dungeon everyday. I can't sleep so I stay up watching the same movies that I have been watching for ten years. Luckily we have internet access, because that is my only way to interact with the outside world.
I do have a job as a cashier at a store that is next door to my house. It is like I never leave home because it is a 15 second walk to the store. I see the same people everyday because I live in rural Mississippi (USA) and the only people that come into the store are locals. Being a cashier does not help my social phobia that much. I hate it. I hate seeing the same people and having to put up with their obnoxious comments. I only really say scripted things like telling them the price of their purchase.
Naturally I don't get much respect because everyone expects me to be a redneck mongaloid like everyone else.
Everyday is the same as the one before, the summer seems like one long day. It is getting harder to deal with all this. I am never cheerful. I am a walking corpse. I am sick of the constant thoughts of suicide. That is all I think about anymore. Sometimes I will go to the gun cabinet and take out a pistol that is loaded and put it to my head. The only thing that keeps me from pulling the trigger is the fact that dying costs so much money. I don't want my family to be left with funeral expenses and stuff. Maybe once I graduate from community college and get a job (if someone will hire a pathetic corpse) I will save up for a funeral so I can finally be free.
I know everyone on here has heard this story. I am tired of wasting my life away. I wish I could come to terms with the fact that I am alone in this world and I will always be alone. I was never meant to experience such human things as love, happiness, and friendship.
I hope someone replies. Sorry that it is so long.