First of all let me say, I'm not really the kind of person that shares his issues, for better or for worse, but there have been quite a bit of small issues that have started to pile up, and I felt I had to do something besides suppressing them.
Right, on with the less than happy stuff.
Individually none of these issues are major ones, but well they add up.
It started five years ago when my then girlfriend left me, which to be honest she was right to do, I had been quite an ass. I was a bit down for a while but got over it fairly quickly.
Then we fell in love again and started a second relationship about 2-3 months after the previous break-up.
It ended badly. Really badly, and I went from being a very open and optimistic person to pretty bitter and rather reserved one with trust issues.
It took me about a year and a half to finally allow myself to get a crush on someone.
So there I was having allowed myself to develop some feelings for another girl, but I still hadn't worked up enough courage to actually do something about it, the bad memories from the previous relationship fresh in my mind.
Eventually I told myself to stop stalling and ask her out.
I then learned that she had similar feelings for me, or rather used to have.
Turns out she got herself a boyfriend. Less than a month before I was finished working up enough courage.
Sufficient to say it didn't exactly do wonders for either my self-esteem nor my bitterness, and it took me almost two years before I got a crush on someone else.
Then came the next two years and four girls, where I fell in love, worked up courage, and found out that in three cases they had been taken less than a month earlier, and girl number three of those was a lesbian, in a steady relationship. Which I knew about, but still couldn't help to develop feelings for her. The latest one, about a year and a half ago, got a boyfriend the day before I asked her out.
Next problem, fall '09 I started an education I really wanted to go, that being Master of Science in Space Engineering, but ended up dropping out because I was absolutely overwhelmed by the math.
So then one of my oldest friend convinced me to move to another city, and attend another university with him and a bunch of other friends.
Half a year later, present day, they all have dropped out and I'm stuck alone in a city I don't know a single person in until summer, at the very least.
Now, I'm not much of a people person, I prefer Quality over Quantity in my social life.
As a result I have rather few friends. Good friends mind you, but none live closer than 1,5 hours away, most 4 hours or more, 24 for the friends of my first year on university.
And as a result from the problems I've had with girls, among other things, I'm now quite reserved around people I don't know, and bitter as all hell.
Add to that that I'm pretty damn terrified of adding another one to the list "asked out slightly too late", the end result gets rather depressing.
And because I feel like it I'll throw in a picture of the scarred cynic writing this post.
At the very least someone might get some brief entertainment mocking my hair, or something similar, I don't mind.
That's actually the best picture of myself I have, I'm awful at pictures, and that one is from Dreamhack where I have slept too little and is more or less high on caffeine.
So if someone were to fling some encouragement in my general direction, it would be appreciated.
Right, on with the less than happy stuff.
Individually none of these issues are major ones, but well they add up.
It started five years ago when my then girlfriend left me, which to be honest she was right to do, I had been quite an ass. I was a bit down for a while but got over it fairly quickly.
Then we fell in love again and started a second relationship about 2-3 months after the previous break-up.
It ended badly. Really badly, and I went from being a very open and optimistic person to pretty bitter and rather reserved one with trust issues.
It took me about a year and a half to finally allow myself to get a crush on someone.
So there I was having allowed myself to develop some feelings for another girl, but I still hadn't worked up enough courage to actually do something about it, the bad memories from the previous relationship fresh in my mind.
Eventually I told myself to stop stalling and ask her out.
I then learned that she had similar feelings for me, or rather used to have.
Turns out she got herself a boyfriend. Less than a month before I was finished working up enough courage.
Sufficient to say it didn't exactly do wonders for either my self-esteem nor my bitterness, and it took me almost two years before I got a crush on someone else.
Then came the next two years and four girls, where I fell in love, worked up courage, and found out that in three cases they had been taken less than a month earlier, and girl number three of those was a lesbian, in a steady relationship. Which I knew about, but still couldn't help to develop feelings for her. The latest one, about a year and a half ago, got a boyfriend the day before I asked her out.
Next problem, fall '09 I started an education I really wanted to go, that being Master of Science in Space Engineering, but ended up dropping out because I was absolutely overwhelmed by the math.
So then one of my oldest friend convinced me to move to another city, and attend another university with him and a bunch of other friends.
Half a year later, present day, they all have dropped out and I'm stuck alone in a city I don't know a single person in until summer, at the very least.
Now, I'm not much of a people person, I prefer Quality over Quantity in my social life.
As a result I have rather few friends. Good friends mind you, but none live closer than 1,5 hours away, most 4 hours or more, 24 for the friends of my first year on university.
And as a result from the problems I've had with girls, among other things, I'm now quite reserved around people I don't know, and bitter as all hell.
Add to that that I'm pretty damn terrified of adding another one to the list "asked out slightly too late", the end result gets rather depressing.
And because I feel like it I'll throw in a picture of the scarred cynic writing this post.

That's actually the best picture of myself I have, I'm awful at pictures, and that one is from Dreamhack where I have slept too little and is more or less high on caffeine.
So if someone were to fling some encouragement in my general direction, it would be appreciated.