I joined this site almost a year ago. Since then things have gotten a lot worse.
A year ago, even up till a few months ago, I was talking to a few friends, going out from time to time, however, this has completely stopped. I cannot bear to have people in my life who don't give a damn about me so I completely phased everyone out (not like they bothered to contact me anyway further proving my point). The only person I was in contact with was my mother whom I recently also completely blocked out of my life due to her incessant, redundant and repetitive messages in which she would neither help nor bother to understand my situation. Good riddance to them all.
I know what you're thinking at this point "no don't cut everyone off," or " don't worry you will find new friends," but this advice hasn't proven true or useful for the 21 years of my life that I have lived. Firstly, I once had many friends, more friends than anyone I have ever known, and they ALL one by one stabbed me in the back and abandoned me, no matter how close we were, how much time we spent together, how many memories we shared - they all left in the end. The fact that I have been "missing" for months and not one person bothered to call or text just shows how much people just don't care. New friends? If my best friends of 7-10+ years have treated me so badly, what would a stranger, of whom I share no feelings or memories with, do? As they have already done, use me for what they want and toss me aside.
Even if I did get over my trust issues and foolishly let someone into my life again, once they learned of my depression and suicidal tendencies they would be sure to run. Of course, the boys wouldn't, no, they would use me for sex and then run.
Sometimes I would have sudden urges to get my life together. To go to the gym again, read, learn a language, try to go back to uni, but, to what end? I would still be alone, haunted my memories of the past, cursed to remember the faces of those who did me wrong until the end. Suffering and pain would still be a constant in my life no matter what I do.
And then it occurred to me, my suffering is meaningless, pointless. I was born, I will suffer and I will die and that will be the end. Whether the end comes now or in 60 years it doesn't matter. All i have experienced is pain and all I will ever experience is pain. A pain which I am cursed to suffer alone as no one else understands or bothers to care. I am alone in this world. No matter what happens..I am alone.
A year ago, even up till a few months ago, I was talking to a few friends, going out from time to time, however, this has completely stopped. I cannot bear to have people in my life who don't give a damn about me so I completely phased everyone out (not like they bothered to contact me anyway further proving my point). The only person I was in contact with was my mother whom I recently also completely blocked out of my life due to her incessant, redundant and repetitive messages in which she would neither help nor bother to understand my situation. Good riddance to them all.
I know what you're thinking at this point "no don't cut everyone off," or " don't worry you will find new friends," but this advice hasn't proven true or useful for the 21 years of my life that I have lived. Firstly, I once had many friends, more friends than anyone I have ever known, and they ALL one by one stabbed me in the back and abandoned me, no matter how close we were, how much time we spent together, how many memories we shared - they all left in the end. The fact that I have been "missing" for months and not one person bothered to call or text just shows how much people just don't care. New friends? If my best friends of 7-10+ years have treated me so badly, what would a stranger, of whom I share no feelings or memories with, do? As they have already done, use me for what they want and toss me aside.
Even if I did get over my trust issues and foolishly let someone into my life again, once they learned of my depression and suicidal tendencies they would be sure to run. Of course, the boys wouldn't, no, they would use me for sex and then run.
Sometimes I would have sudden urges to get my life together. To go to the gym again, read, learn a language, try to go back to uni, but, to what end? I would still be alone, haunted my memories of the past, cursed to remember the faces of those who did me wrong until the end. Suffering and pain would still be a constant in my life no matter what I do.
And then it occurred to me, my suffering is meaningless, pointless. I was born, I will suffer and I will die and that will be the end. Whether the end comes now or in 60 years it doesn't matter. All i have experienced is pain and all I will ever experience is pain. A pain which I am cursed to suffer alone as no one else understands or bothers to care. I am alone in this world. No matter what happens..I am alone.