dubiousduck
28-12-11, 16:53
I don't know if I even do have social phobia or whatever. Or if there's even anything wrong with me. But right now I feel ... really bad, and I think it is linked in some way to my social 'problems'.
I haven't left the house for two weeks. Or roughly two weeks, I don't even know how long it is since the end of my school's term. It's not like that's the longest I've stayed at home without going out for. But it's like... I don't even want to leave the house. I can't think of any reason to. I just want to lie around all day and not do anything. Everytime I go out I just feel so ugly and vulnerable. So to be honest, choosing between staying in my house and feeling lonely and pathetic, or going out and feeling like everyone is looking at me and thinking about how stupid I look, and not even being able to go places on my own, or buy anything, because according to my twisted logic people will judge me... Well. It's not a hard choice.
But I feel dead.
Because not ever doing anything, being ... not afraid to leave the house, but kind of apathetic about leaving the house, just... wishing that I could undergo some magical change... That's not being alive.
I came up with two reasons this morning (well. It wasn't the morning. I woke up at 3 in the afternoon) for me to live.
1. One day I might find someone who loves me
2. I could become a sucessful artist.
And then I came up with a thousand reasons which cancelled out those two, such as: I'm too ugly for anyone to ever love me; I have so many different personalities, most of which are not even very nice... I'm self absorbed, selfish, melodramatic, callous, obnoxious, insecure...I'm just a fake; I'm too shy to make it in the art world; I can never be bothered to practice...
And of course there are other things which will ensure I have no future ahead of me. I mean, I'm pretty sure that to succeed in life you need to be brave enough to say, buy a bus ticket or talk to somebody on the phone who you don't know.
I wish I could cry or something. I mean, part of me wishes I could just die. That's not a good thing. But I feel nothing about it. I just have a heavy weight pressing against my chest, blocking all my feelings from escaping. In short, I feel depressed. The stupid thing is, I know that this feeling will go. It's always coming and going. But even when I feel a little happier, I'll still have to live with the fact that I don't have a life. Okay, so I have two good friends. But it's not like I ever do anything with them. And I feel like I just annoy them with how insecure I am.
The one thing which has set this all in stone for me is the fact that a sort-of-friend of mine is having a birthday party type thing in a few weeks. And I want to go. I want to go so that I can have a good time, and be normal, and maybe the one guy I like will see me looking a little less ugly than I normally do at school, and he'll realise that maybe there is more to me than what he can see on the surface. But I can't go. Why? Because I just can't. Because I'm a pathetic little coward.
Nobody will read this. It's way too long. I'm sorry. But still. Normally I'm so socially inept I feel too shy to even post stuff on the internet, so, at least I managed to do this I guess. And anyway I just wanted to get this out.
I haven't left the house for two weeks. Or roughly two weeks, I don't even know how long it is since the end of my school's term. It's not like that's the longest I've stayed at home without going out for. But it's like... I don't even want to leave the house. I can't think of any reason to. I just want to lie around all day and not do anything. Everytime I go out I just feel so ugly and vulnerable. So to be honest, choosing between staying in my house and feeling lonely and pathetic, or going out and feeling like everyone is looking at me and thinking about how stupid I look, and not even being able to go places on my own, or buy anything, because according to my twisted logic people will judge me... Well. It's not a hard choice.
But I feel dead.
Because not ever doing anything, being ... not afraid to leave the house, but kind of apathetic about leaving the house, just... wishing that I could undergo some magical change... That's not being alive.
I came up with two reasons this morning (well. It wasn't the morning. I woke up at 3 in the afternoon) for me to live.
1. One day I might find someone who loves me
2. I could become a sucessful artist.
And then I came up with a thousand reasons which cancelled out those two, such as: I'm too ugly for anyone to ever love me; I have so many different personalities, most of which are not even very nice... I'm self absorbed, selfish, melodramatic, callous, obnoxious, insecure...I'm just a fake; I'm too shy to make it in the art world; I can never be bothered to practice...
And of course there are other things which will ensure I have no future ahead of me. I mean, I'm pretty sure that to succeed in life you need to be brave enough to say, buy a bus ticket or talk to somebody on the phone who you don't know.
I wish I could cry or something. I mean, part of me wishes I could just die. That's not a good thing. But I feel nothing about it. I just have a heavy weight pressing against my chest, blocking all my feelings from escaping. In short, I feel depressed. The stupid thing is, I know that this feeling will go. It's always coming and going. But even when I feel a little happier, I'll still have to live with the fact that I don't have a life. Okay, so I have two good friends. But it's not like I ever do anything with them. And I feel like I just annoy them with how insecure I am.
The one thing which has set this all in stone for me is the fact that a sort-of-friend of mine is having a birthday party type thing in a few weeks. And I want to go. I want to go so that I can have a good time, and be normal, and maybe the one guy I like will see me looking a little less ugly than I normally do at school, and he'll realise that maybe there is more to me than what he can see on the surface. But I can't go. Why? Because I just can't. Because I'm a pathetic little coward.
Nobody will read this. It's way too long. I'm sorry. But still. Normally I'm so socially inept I feel too shy to even post stuff on the internet, so, at least I managed to do this I guess. And anyway I just wanted to get this out.