#ForeverAlone
I have more or less given up even hoping for friendship. It seems so astronomically unobtainable for me
#ForeverAlone
I have more or less given up even hoping for friendship. It seems so astronomically unobtainable for me
I don’t but I can understand that it’s gotta be hella annoying. Being different is a pain when the world doesn’t understand you :\
I have more or less given up on trying to make myself understood. If I could just have my own little hole and never interact with anyone again I would be okay. No one hating me for some stupid misunderstanding. No family who still doesn’t understand really anything about me even after all these years.
I don’t know what her deal is but she’s being hella toxic. You valid AF I promise!
My condolences I fell like if i ever had my own place i would just never have guests because things like that would make me crazy. I have spent my day so far playing way too much SrarCraft 2 wishing i could drag someone into playing some with me. Wishing i could afford something anything to have a new hobby to distract myself with. Instead i will probably just doomscroll job listings again. maybe one day i will belong somewhere and not be poor and stuff.
I was officially diagnosed with ADHD when i was young. lately though i has strong suspicions i am autistic too. It is kinda frustrating to think maybe my life wouldn’t have turned out so bad if I had known earlier but oh well :/
You see the problem is I am myself. I appreciate your gesture of kindness but It simply doesn’t apply to me. I have always been true to myself as much as i can be. But my family doesn’t understand me, people who i thought were friends turn their backs on me over stupid mis(or lack of on their part)communication more than once. The same not fitting in misunderstanding inability to socialize right BS has lost me several jobs and the rest I quit because I don’t enjoy being fucked with. I am constantly tormented by life so i have more or less given up any hope for anything to come of my life than to drag on in suffering and silence