This isn't what we were promised.
Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 7:19 pm
So um...I'm depressed. I've been this way for a while now. It's a lot of things. I wasn't cool enough in high school, I'm lonely, all my friends moved away, I have a really low opinion of myself and I can't really figure out why.
I'm 25 and I grew up with my mom and my brother. Things were going okay out of high school, I guess. I had friends to play video games and Dungeons and Dragons with and we did our fair share of partying, me always being the wallflower. A bit of unrequited love here and there and I never had a girl move in next door and become my best friend and then my wife, like I always wanted after watching TV all my life. In my last year, things started to go, a little, though. I never got a car cause mom was a single parent and I never got a part time job. I just went to the local, crappy private university cause mom worked there and I didn't have to pay for a lot of things.
But in that last year of high school, I thought of all the things that I thought were supposed to happen. My first car, my first job, my first awkward romance. I didn't have any of it and rather than trying to make it happen I just panicked and shut down into myself. That's when we all really started to drink and that's when everyone else seemed to be falling in love and making plans and I just slipped through the cracks.
I kind of went through my first two years of college aimlessly and when I finally realized what I wanted to do, which was at the time, to write fantasy novels, I decided to transfer to another school. I didn't have a clue that most of my favorite authors are ones with day jobs who write as a hobby or that me getting an English degree wasn't necessary to write. But I got accepted into a state school and moved into the dorms for the real college experience.
Except it wasn't, cause the only friend I made was my roommate, who had to leave in early October because of a medical issue. So I was alone and I really felt it. By the time December rolled around I stopped halfway through writing my suicide note and decided I would just move back home. Never mind that my mom had moved away and so had most of my friends. And as it went, things got better, then worse, then better, then worse. I met some new people. Fell in love with new people. Got rejected by new people. I rediscovered old friendships and they grew stronger, and then the friend got really flaky when he started smoking all the time and the other friend got a girlfriend, which would have been fine, but they're terrible for and to each other and they have nothing in common and they stay together because they fear being alone. I can sympathize, it just bothers me.
Oh, and in my wallowing in depression, I lost track of time and never bothered to try to go back or something and my loans defaulted. I payed 5,000 back for a semester at the state school and now owe 7,000 to the private college.
I live with my brother now, but neither of us can hold down a job. Me because of depression and him because he left his last job for his health, kind of, but didn't bother to find a new job first. I got a job now, but I have to walk over a mile to it and it means getting up at five thirty AM ad going to bed before ten and my boss just creates so much stress and the schedule is hard because all I can think about when I'm home is how little time I have before I have to go to sleep and do it all over again.
I'm at the point where I feel so unenthused about my old past times that I usually just kind of sit and do nothing after work and it kills me. And for the first time since dropping out of college, I'm thinking of killing me. I just don't know what to do with myself. Everything that I ever had going for me I screwed up and I just can't get back out of this whole I've dug.
I'm 25 and I grew up with my mom and my brother. Things were going okay out of high school, I guess. I had friends to play video games and Dungeons and Dragons with and we did our fair share of partying, me always being the wallflower. A bit of unrequited love here and there and I never had a girl move in next door and become my best friend and then my wife, like I always wanted after watching TV all my life. In my last year, things started to go, a little, though. I never got a car cause mom was a single parent and I never got a part time job. I just went to the local, crappy private university cause mom worked there and I didn't have to pay for a lot of things.
But in that last year of high school, I thought of all the things that I thought were supposed to happen. My first car, my first job, my first awkward romance. I didn't have any of it and rather than trying to make it happen I just panicked and shut down into myself. That's when we all really started to drink and that's when everyone else seemed to be falling in love and making plans and I just slipped through the cracks.
I kind of went through my first two years of college aimlessly and when I finally realized what I wanted to do, which was at the time, to write fantasy novels, I decided to transfer to another school. I didn't have a clue that most of my favorite authors are ones with day jobs who write as a hobby or that me getting an English degree wasn't necessary to write. But I got accepted into a state school and moved into the dorms for the real college experience.
Except it wasn't, cause the only friend I made was my roommate, who had to leave in early October because of a medical issue. So I was alone and I really felt it. By the time December rolled around I stopped halfway through writing my suicide note and decided I would just move back home. Never mind that my mom had moved away and so had most of my friends. And as it went, things got better, then worse, then better, then worse. I met some new people. Fell in love with new people. Got rejected by new people. I rediscovered old friendships and they grew stronger, and then the friend got really flaky when he started smoking all the time and the other friend got a girlfriend, which would have been fine, but they're terrible for and to each other and they have nothing in common and they stay together because they fear being alone. I can sympathize, it just bothers me.
Oh, and in my wallowing in depression, I lost track of time and never bothered to try to go back or something and my loans defaulted. I payed 5,000 back for a semester at the state school and now owe 7,000 to the private college.
I live with my brother now, but neither of us can hold down a job. Me because of depression and him because he left his last job for his health, kind of, but didn't bother to find a new job first. I got a job now, but I have to walk over a mile to it and it means getting up at five thirty AM ad going to bed before ten and my boss just creates so much stress and the schedule is hard because all I can think about when I'm home is how little time I have before I have to go to sleep and do it all over again.
I'm at the point where I feel so unenthused about my old past times that I usually just kind of sit and do nothing after work and it kills me. And for the first time since dropping out of college, I'm thinking of killing me. I just don't know what to do with myself. Everything that I ever had going for me I screwed up and I just can't get back out of this whole I've dug.