Too often I feel like I'm fighting a constant uphill battle against imaginary enemies - like I feel like people really do not like me, even though they act like/reassure me that they do.
A couple of weeks ago, I turned 22. I received a total of about 60-something "happy birthday" messages on Facebook - must count for something, right? Instead, I still feel alienated from everyone. I seem to meet a new girl every weekend or so, yet I still feel ugly. I can't relate to the majority of people - I've had a distant, aloof demeanour ever since I can remember, as a result of certain life experiences, and this prevents me from being able to click with a lot of people. Other friends of mine can seem to make friends as if it were nothing, even the self-proclaimed "shy" ones.
I've come to realize that a lot of the persecution I feel is a product of my own twisted, cynical imagination. And I want out. I have a psychologist I talk to, she's been a family friend for years and is someone I can really trust. She's tried convincing me to change my outlook on people and on life. I want to, but I know I cannot.
Anyone else ever felt like this? How have you dealt with it?
A couple of weeks ago, I turned 22. I received a total of about 60-something "happy birthday" messages on Facebook - must count for something, right? Instead, I still feel alienated from everyone. I seem to meet a new girl every weekend or so, yet I still feel ugly. I can't relate to the majority of people - I've had a distant, aloof demeanour ever since I can remember, as a result of certain life experiences, and this prevents me from being able to click with a lot of people. Other friends of mine can seem to make friends as if it were nothing, even the self-proclaimed "shy" ones.
I've come to realize that a lot of the persecution I feel is a product of my own twisted, cynical imagination. And I want out. I have a psychologist I talk to, she's been a family friend for years and is someone I can really trust. She's tried convincing me to change my outlook on people and on life. I want to, but I know I cannot.
Anyone else ever felt like this? How have you dealt with it?