I'll start off on a good note, I've spent up until now a happy guy. At points where everyone else was stressing and worrying I've been care free and unworried and you could go as far as being indifferent. Then stuff happened and things went down hill.
First off, this has been building up for a while. I could feel it, that churning in your stomach at certain times. Listening to certain songs or just seeing certain scenes. A kind of longing, a gut wrenching pull to experience and feel more. I suppressed it and just kept going but recently things have tipped the scales.
It started when I met my first Girlfriend ( You never saw that coming... ) We were together for six months and as foolish as it was ( being only 17 at the time ) I loved this girl, infact that doesn't even begin to explain it, she was beautiful, amazing and a whole bunch of other mushy stuff. We were long distance, she had moved away and we both agreed to keep it going. It went ok for a while. I caught the train up to see her every break from college staying with her for the week or two I had off and it was great. Then as you probably expected, things went bad.
On the night BEFORE my University interview I got a text from her saying she wanted to end it. ( Long story short - it destroyed me ) The next day I flumped my interview, from a mixture of no sleep and little drive - Trust me I tried, I wanted that place in Uni so bad - It wasn't surprising I was turned down again, in the same week.
That was just the start, it's been a little over a year from then and things aren't much better. I don't want another relationship, because frankly, it's still hurting. People have said it and it's true, you won't forget your first love. Yet even that I bottled up. I kept going and went back to college, to do another course ( More carefully chosen ). Yet I just feel so apart from the people. I'm not great at making friends. I hate socializing and I find it VERY difficult to talk to people that I don't know. I don't feel like part of my class and I accept that. I've got a few friends in the group and I'm fine with that. Or I was.
I keep getting that longing feeling and that sense of being different from everyone else. Like I'm not the same as anyone else. I don't fit in with people, I don't feel confidant in my ability to go up and speak with girls. Infact, I'm terrible at that. Yet at the same time I have this underlying need to feel loved, I want to be accepted, to know that I'm not some kind of anti-social freak. I don't feel like I can do anything, that I'm just floating and the tides taking me where ever it wants. I feel totally helpless. I look about and I see all the people walking about, the pretty girls and the groups of mates, all the couples and I just feel so inadequate. Everythings just been coming out over the last few months and I've really felt like I can't take it. It's like carrying a tank on my shoulder and every step I take it adds a ton.
I just don't feel like I matter. I've stood at night looking over a bridge, thinking about these things and what would happen if I just jumped. Yeah, some of my family would miss me, for a while but ultimately after a few years it wouldn't matter. The world wouldn't know or care who I am or what I done. I just feel so helpless and insignificant, like whatever I do I'm just going to fail.
Gah...I'll drop it there, because I don't want to depress you too, but seriously? What is wrong with me?
EDIT: Sorry if some of it doesn't make sense, I just really needed to get this off my chest and I couldn't quite explain everything as I wanted too. ( 2am - words are not my friend )
First off, this has been building up for a while. I could feel it, that churning in your stomach at certain times. Listening to certain songs or just seeing certain scenes. A kind of longing, a gut wrenching pull to experience and feel more. I suppressed it and just kept going but recently things have tipped the scales.
It started when I met my first Girlfriend ( You never saw that coming... ) We were together for six months and as foolish as it was ( being only 17 at the time ) I loved this girl, infact that doesn't even begin to explain it, she was beautiful, amazing and a whole bunch of other mushy stuff. We were long distance, she had moved away and we both agreed to keep it going. It went ok for a while. I caught the train up to see her every break from college staying with her for the week or two I had off and it was great. Then as you probably expected, things went bad.
On the night BEFORE my University interview I got a text from her saying she wanted to end it. ( Long story short - it destroyed me ) The next day I flumped my interview, from a mixture of no sleep and little drive - Trust me I tried, I wanted that place in Uni so bad - It wasn't surprising I was turned down again, in the same week.
That was just the start, it's been a little over a year from then and things aren't much better. I don't want another relationship, because frankly, it's still hurting. People have said it and it's true, you won't forget your first love. Yet even that I bottled up. I kept going and went back to college, to do another course ( More carefully chosen ). Yet I just feel so apart from the people. I'm not great at making friends. I hate socializing and I find it VERY difficult to talk to people that I don't know. I don't feel like part of my class and I accept that. I've got a few friends in the group and I'm fine with that. Or I was.
I keep getting that longing feeling and that sense of being different from everyone else. Like I'm not the same as anyone else. I don't fit in with people, I don't feel confidant in my ability to go up and speak with girls. Infact, I'm terrible at that. Yet at the same time I have this underlying need to feel loved, I want to be accepted, to know that I'm not some kind of anti-social freak. I don't feel like I can do anything, that I'm just floating and the tides taking me where ever it wants. I feel totally helpless. I look about and I see all the people walking about, the pretty girls and the groups of mates, all the couples and I just feel so inadequate. Everythings just been coming out over the last few months and I've really felt like I can't take it. It's like carrying a tank on my shoulder and every step I take it adds a ton.
I just don't feel like I matter. I've stood at night looking over a bridge, thinking about these things and what would happen if I just jumped. Yeah, some of my family would miss me, for a while but ultimately after a few years it wouldn't matter. The world wouldn't know or care who I am or what I done. I just feel so helpless and insignificant, like whatever I do I'm just going to fail.
Gah...I'll drop it there, because I don't want to depress you too, but seriously? What is wrong with me?
EDIT: Sorry if some of it doesn't make sense, I just really needed to get this off my chest and I couldn't quite explain everything as I wanted too. ( 2am - words are not my friend )