Venting I want to die.

[venua]

I don't relate to people. Everybody is the same dull saturated blank person. I don't know how to connect with people. I feel completely alone. I've realised that I don't have that many friends and that most people think I'm weird. I just get confused when people try and start a conversation with me. I don't like people. I feel unwelcomed constantly. Being watched. I don't see the point in socialising. It's tiring. It's stressful. I can't cope. I want to slit my wrists so deep all the way down to the bone, I want to feel myself getting colder and colder from the lack of blood. I know I will look so pretty bleeding out on the floor. My pale bloody body will look perfect.

 

[The anhedonic one]

I have struggled to make social connections with people all my life. I'm not very good at reading people and forming relationships.
I'm borderline and bipolar type 1 so this definitely doesn't help things.
I have experienced that phenomenon of being instantly disliked. It makes you feel so alienated, as though you are a different species.
I just keep to myself now, life is so much easier that way.
Trust me, these people are not worth the effort.

 

[FuneralCry]

I've always personally preferred to avoid other people, being around them has always been tiring to me as well. And as well as that other people can just very often create more suffering, I believe there is no true relief from suffering in this cruel world. But anyway I wish you the best.

 

[Nephis]

I don't relate to people. Everybody is the same dull saturated blank person. I don't know how to connect with people. I feel completely alone. I've realised that I don't have that many friends and that most people think I'm weird. I just get confused when people try and start a conversation with me. I don't like people. I feel unwelcomed constantly. Being watched. I don't see the point in socialising. It's tiring. It's stressful. I can't cope. I want to slit my wrists so deep all the way down to the bone, I want to feel myself getting colder and colder from the lack of blood. I know I will look so pretty bleeding out on the floor. My pale bloody body will look perfect.

confusion, anxiety, and sadness; I'm sorry you must feel these things, that you may not believe me, that you feel unwelcomed when I do, I still hope for you, I hope for calm winds, blue skies, and starry nights.

~I hope for you, peace

 

[stillunemployed]

I seem to only run into people who consider, when you are minding your own business, that you are personally insulting them.

 

[locked*n*loaded]

I must not have been too good making connections, either, as I don't have any friends after living 57 years. It's true, I made a lot of changes in my lifestyle (stopped partying) and lost a lot of friends that way, but still, even after that I was never really able to connect with anyone and forge new bonds. It's a lot harder to make friends when you get older. Now, I'm too entrenched with my own issues, so I don't even give a shit. I just need to get to the point where I can leave this awful place in peace.