I've been really depressed lately, like dangerously depressed. The minute the sex was over with I had that anxiety attack and ever since then I've become a zombie basically.
I can't stop thinking about my life and replaying what happened with her in my head. It's mainly my life though, that's the problem.
I'm different now. Something happened to me after I had sex, and it hasn't been very good. I had this sick urge to want to fight people yesterday and today, and I never feel like that. I feel really gloomy and hate my loneliness. I feel lonelier than ever. I'm having monster depression.
I stopped playing video games, those seem meaningless right now. Television and movies are now boring to me.
I hate myself now. I just hate my anxiety and how it's controlled my life and stopped me from connecting with women. She responded to my text and that was it, we haven't even texted besides that. I think she's just another woman that isn't attracted to me.
Yes, that sounds crazy to a lot of you, that she had sex with me yet isn't attracted to me, but I think it's true. I was there in that room with her. Everything she did was out of kindness, not love. She isn't attracted to me, she just wanted me to feel good. I have a problem with that. I want a woman to love me as a person and make me feel good. I hate it, I hate how no women ever can connect with me one on one and love me. I always have to be the shy guy that isn't socially confident enough to be with them.
Like i said, the last thing she said is that I'm sooooo shy. That's always the freaking problem. It defines me to these women. It's always, "he's the shy guy." That's always how they observe me, even women walking past me on the street. I'm sick of this crap. I hate myself. I hate how I'm so different. I hate how I'm alone socially.
This sucks so bad. It's like I can't live. I can't function. There is always this gigantic problem with me looming in women's minds. Apparently it shows up on a catastrophic level now after a woman has sex with me.
Yeah yeah, I'm glad I finally had sex and all that. The anxiety problem is bigger though, it's why I'm alone on a Friday night again.