A few weeks back I was kind of going through a phase when I was like, "Screw it ! If anybody asks, and maybe even if they don't, I'm not going to keep any secrets anymore"
So for a while there, I was just really spouting off that, "My life was a worthless POS. That I was desperately lonely, and am positive I will die that way. That I am SO freaking anxious for my molecules to be scattered"....
Long story short.... They tried to be understanding / reasonable about what I was saying, but after a while, a couple told me that > "They were sorry, and they wished their was something they could do..... but that it was not fair for me to drag them down, and make them all miserable too.
....which was totally true, and understandable. So that's when I started trying to keep my crappy life to myself again.
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But even so > When I'm happy (not often... and not truly so, for a couple years now) I am a freaking fantastic guy ! I have a great sense of humor, I'm witty, polite, friendly, intelligent, outgoing.....
However, I'm also sure all of these things ^ fall way off, when I start thinking about the reality of my crappy life.
Then, at my work, we have new people come in all the time, and I just know I couldn't come off as such a great, worthwhile guy..... while dwelling on, "I wish I were dead" all day.....
A lot of these people have never met the great guy "I could be"
