Ouarchonia
06-12-2008, 07:18
I'm just ridiculously unhappy about the way my life is going. Everything I do just seems pointless, boring, and futile.
I'm 16 and a freshman at college, just finishing my first semester. Being more or less incapable of any kind of social interaction (I'm painfully shy, to the point where I can barely answer if someone says hi) I haven't made any friends. I hung out exclusively with 3 people for the first two weeks before my awkwardness and boring personality became too obvious for them to tolerate. Now they barely acknowledge my presence when I walk past them in a hall, and I don't blame them. I mean, when we were eating lunch I'd just sit there silently staring into the middle distance.
It's obvious that I'm going to fail half of the classes I took – I deluded myself that I would just put in a little bit more effort next week, and before I knew it classes were over. With the finals being next week I don't have any chance at redeeming myself academically. Worse, my family is paying for my college, and I don't know how I'll explain things... “Sorry, but I'm lazy” just won't cut it.
I like to call myself a misanthropist, because then at least I can explain why it is that a consistent theme in my life is friendlessness and a fundamental inability to connect to other people. I somehow feel disgusted by humans – all the misery and pain we've ever inflicted on one another – and yet isolating myself only makes me feel worse.
I've never had a girlfriend – I could count how often I've kissed someone with the fingers of one hand. It's not like I don't want a girlfriend either, it's just that I'm actually incapable of getting one.
I'm depressed all the time, so I sit alone and drink until I can't stand up, every single day. I've started smoking heavily – I guess to stand out or set myself apart from everyone else or something – and spend my free time sleeping or fantasizing about violence. I'm really disturbed about that last bit – I'm a devoted pacifist, but all day long I think about either shooting the place up or killing myself.
I'm also completely unconvinced that I have any kind of future in anything. My passion is – was – for history, and a year or two ago I thought I wanted to work as a professor, but I can't see how I'll ever accomplish that now that my grade point average has been so thoroughly destroyed. Furthermore my professors all hate me, and rightly so: I never turn in any work except when it's been past due for 2 weeks. Considering the way academia works I'd say that I've permanently ruined that as a career path.
Anyways, sorry to have wasted this bandwidth with my pathetic little sob-fest.
I'm 16 and a freshman at college, just finishing my first semester. Being more or less incapable of any kind of social interaction (I'm painfully shy, to the point where I can barely answer if someone says hi) I haven't made any friends. I hung out exclusively with 3 people for the first two weeks before my awkwardness and boring personality became too obvious for them to tolerate. Now they barely acknowledge my presence when I walk past them in a hall, and I don't blame them. I mean, when we were eating lunch I'd just sit there silently staring into the middle distance.
It's obvious that I'm going to fail half of the classes I took – I deluded myself that I would just put in a little bit more effort next week, and before I knew it classes were over. With the finals being next week I don't have any chance at redeeming myself academically. Worse, my family is paying for my college, and I don't know how I'll explain things... “Sorry, but I'm lazy” just won't cut it.
I like to call myself a misanthropist, because then at least I can explain why it is that a consistent theme in my life is friendlessness and a fundamental inability to connect to other people. I somehow feel disgusted by humans – all the misery and pain we've ever inflicted on one another – and yet isolating myself only makes me feel worse.
I've never had a girlfriend – I could count how often I've kissed someone with the fingers of one hand. It's not like I don't want a girlfriend either, it's just that I'm actually incapable of getting one.
I'm depressed all the time, so I sit alone and drink until I can't stand up, every single day. I've started smoking heavily – I guess to stand out or set myself apart from everyone else or something – and spend my free time sleeping or fantasizing about violence. I'm really disturbed about that last bit – I'm a devoted pacifist, but all day long I think about either shooting the place up or killing myself.
I'm also completely unconvinced that I have any kind of future in anything. My passion is – was – for history, and a year or two ago I thought I wanted to work as a professor, but I can't see how I'll ever accomplish that now that my grade point average has been so thoroughly destroyed. Furthermore my professors all hate me, and rightly so: I never turn in any work except when it's been past due for 2 weeks. Considering the way academia works I'd say that I've permanently ruined that as a career path.
Anyways, sorry to have wasted this bandwidth with my pathetic little sob-fest.