Ligea_Seroua wrote:
crashing back to my ground state of zero, after previous happiness.
I hate Saturdays. I feel that I should be having "fun", but as ever, home alone-ish. I end up forgetting to eat, getting chest pains and nosebleeds, crying over perceived sleights if my "friends" go out and don't invite me...to be fair they rarely go out and are all couples, why have some weirdo spinster loser tagging along? And yes, them all being couples adds that bit more salt to the wounds. And I know they have this perception of me of always being stoic, quick with the one-liners and never really all that down, they have no idea how often I have suicidal thoughts, how empty i feel and how hurt i get.
Ok, I'll blow my nose, stop listening to "Fade into you" and pull myself together a bit. I still feel low, but realise typing a load of misery here isn't going to change anything.
Cheers, dude. Reading a message like this is always liberating. You're not alone, although knowing others share in similar agony doesn't make us feel much better, does it?
I hate weekends. Hate feeling like I should be 'out having fun', but instead home alone staring at a wall. Hate that I must feel as though socializing on weekends is important. Hate not having the means to make a real decision about what I want to do with my life. Hate having to live vicariously through others. Hate watching life from a bell jar for 30 years and counting...
Ehh, still, I'll give myself a +2 for today.