PheonixBomb
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I don't know why I'm alive. I don't seem to relate to others well, I have all these misconceptions about how other people are spending their time (ie constantly hanging out with friends, on Facebook, going to parties etc). Apparently I'm too mentally unstable for a relationship, the low self esteem stuff doesn't help either. I get quite annoyed sometimes if I see a happy lovey dovey couple. I have no distinct goals in my life, no target. My life is on autopilot, and I don't remember the last time I was truly happy. Things that used to make me happy (TV, videogames etc), don't have an effect anymore. I drink more than I used to... I'm never really happy anymore. I compare myself to others who I think are better than me constantly.
Why when I look at girls I think how she'll never talk to me? Or compare myself to the guy she's with, if she is with one? And why can I never convince myself that the dude might be gay, or her brother, or cousin? Why the **** do I always assume its her damn boyfriend?
There are some around here that claim most guys only go for model types, I'm not one of them.
I've tried online dating, but that just reinforces what a ****up I am. No responses, meanwhile other guys are like "well herp online dating is ez". I feel like I'm missing some X trait, and so I'm blacklisted by the opposite sex. Everything seems futile.
Places like Facebook are depressing, here are people that can socialize and aren't social retards.
I've been told by family that I'm handsome (like that helps, its family, of course they're going to say that).
The internet has said I'm average looking, and I look innocent as a guy. Maybe that's it, maybe its because I'm not some buff guy who can lift cars over his head... or that I'm 5'5"
My older sister recently implied I haven't done anything to change my situation. Perhaps she is right, perhaps all I do is complain, as I'm doing here. Perhaps that is another reason to end my life? I have no motivation, no drive. When I do have motivation, I lose it very quickly. I was hospitalized three times, the last time they just pumped me full of drugs that made me a zombie and told me to go on my way. I'd rather be a vegetable, what kind of life is that?
Then I think about how its permanent, and even if I do successfully kill myself, that there is no reset button, once its done, its done. There's nothing I can do, not to mention my misery would just be transferred to my family.
Why when I look at girls I think how she'll never talk to me? Or compare myself to the guy she's with, if she is with one? And why can I never convince myself that the dude might be gay, or her brother, or cousin? Why the **** do I always assume its her damn boyfriend?
There are some around here that claim most guys only go for model types, I'm not one of them.
I've tried online dating, but that just reinforces what a ****up I am. No responses, meanwhile other guys are like "well herp online dating is ez". I feel like I'm missing some X trait, and so I'm blacklisted by the opposite sex. Everything seems futile.
Places like Facebook are depressing, here are people that can socialize and aren't social retards.
I've been told by family that I'm handsome (like that helps, its family, of course they're going to say that).
The internet has said I'm average looking, and I look innocent as a guy. Maybe that's it, maybe its because I'm not some buff guy who can lift cars over his head... or that I'm 5'5"
My older sister recently implied I haven't done anything to change my situation. Perhaps she is right, perhaps all I do is complain, as I'm doing here. Perhaps that is another reason to end my life? I have no motivation, no drive. When I do have motivation, I lose it very quickly. I was hospitalized three times, the last time they just pumped me full of drugs that made me a zombie and told me to go on my way. I'd rather be a vegetable, what kind of life is that?
Then I think about how its permanent, and even if I do successfully kill myself, that there is no reset button, once its done, its done. There's nothing I can do, not to mention my misery would just be transferred to my family.