Social_Monstrosity
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I NEVER leave my apartment.
Well, my mom's apartment I should say. I haven't earned a penny in my entire lousy life.
I also...
-Don't work due to SAD.
-Don't go to school (I NEARLY dropped out of high school. Only by a shred of a miracle did I manage to graduate. I skipped SO many days.)
-Don't drive in a city where driving is almost a necessity (I get rides from my mother to some places, it makes me feel handicapped or just a waste of space, even if she does it out of love.)
-Don't have ANY friends and haven't since middle school. (I was completely alienated in high school, sure I was "friendly" with some other students but no relationships past the classroom ever came to fruition. I just wasn't liked for being "the quiet one".)
-Don't have any worthwhile interests. (In fact, nothing holds my interest anymore. Nothing "Wows" me anymore like when I was a child. I'm about as dull as it gets. I'm not exactly cultured, I rarely read. I don't care for television. I play World of Warcraft, but that's frowned upon. Music and film are the only mediums that I invest some degree of interest in, and even there I'm untalented when it comes to music, and with film I have some ideas, but I know they will NEVER see the light of day as long as my anxiety holds me back.)
-Don't have an attractive appearance. (Yes, as shallow as this complaint may be, I am very concerned with how I look. The irony is that I put in ZERO effort and yet I expect to look handsome. I just can't be assed in maintaining myself when I never set foot outside the apartment. I will never be satisfied with my appearance, especially if I persist in being a total fatass.)
So, minding my whininess in this post, it's blatant how ****ty my situation is. I've contemplated suicide multiple times but would NEVER go through with it. It would devastate my mother, and she's the only person I have in my life. The rest of my "family" essentially disowned me for lack of communication. Well **** them...I don't want to talk to them either, they never showed me true love and we have nothing in common anyway.
Depression, apathy, and anxiety are chokeholding my life, the tension sinking deeper and deeper until I cannot bare to live any longer. My very existence is miserable and I would not wish my life upon anybody. I realize that compared to people in certain third world countries, that my life is a ****in' BLAST. But, that is a moot point and doesn't hold a candle to my anxiety. I have NOTHING going for me.
I need to wake up. I need to reinvent myself. I need to tap into my old self. My anxiety-free self. But how can one perform such a task when there is nothing to see but misery? I'm not asking for PITY or anything...just ADVICE. ANYTHING.
It's like everybody was given a manual on how to live their lives...except me.
Well, my mom's apartment I should say. I haven't earned a penny in my entire lousy life.
I also...
-Don't work due to SAD.
-Don't go to school (I NEARLY dropped out of high school. Only by a shred of a miracle did I manage to graduate. I skipped SO many days.)
-Don't drive in a city where driving is almost a necessity (I get rides from my mother to some places, it makes me feel handicapped or just a waste of space, even if she does it out of love.)
-Don't have ANY friends and haven't since middle school. (I was completely alienated in high school, sure I was "friendly" with some other students but no relationships past the classroom ever came to fruition. I just wasn't liked for being "the quiet one".)
-Don't have any worthwhile interests. (In fact, nothing holds my interest anymore. Nothing "Wows" me anymore like when I was a child. I'm about as dull as it gets. I'm not exactly cultured, I rarely read. I don't care for television. I play World of Warcraft, but that's frowned upon. Music and film are the only mediums that I invest some degree of interest in, and even there I'm untalented when it comes to music, and with film I have some ideas, but I know they will NEVER see the light of day as long as my anxiety holds me back.)
-Don't have an attractive appearance. (Yes, as shallow as this complaint may be, I am very concerned with how I look. The irony is that I put in ZERO effort and yet I expect to look handsome. I just can't be assed in maintaining myself when I never set foot outside the apartment. I will never be satisfied with my appearance, especially if I persist in being a total fatass.)
So, minding my whininess in this post, it's blatant how ****ty my situation is. I've contemplated suicide multiple times but would NEVER go through with it. It would devastate my mother, and she's the only person I have in my life. The rest of my "family" essentially disowned me for lack of communication. Well **** them...I don't want to talk to them either, they never showed me true love and we have nothing in common anyway.
Depression, apathy, and anxiety are chokeholding my life, the tension sinking deeper and deeper until I cannot bare to live any longer. My very existence is miserable and I would not wish my life upon anybody. I realize that compared to people in certain third world countries, that my life is a ****in' BLAST. But, that is a moot point and doesn't hold a candle to my anxiety. I have NOTHING going for me.
I need to wake up. I need to reinvent myself. I need to tap into my old self. My anxiety-free self. But how can one perform such a task when there is nothing to see but misery? I'm not asking for PITY or anything...just ADVICE. ANYTHING.
It's like everybody was given a manual on how to live their lives...except me.
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