Posts in this thread won't be lost. There are quite a few people who read every one of them and will respond. I've posted some things in here that are pretty serious and might deserve their own threads, but I post them here because I'm not so selfish that I think a whole thread needs to be started just for me, even with serious issues, unless I'm asking for help with them, in which case I'd post in the Help! sub-forum.
So, I'm starting to drink. I feel nothing yet, but realise I am alone and have no one to talk to. So, to pass the time, I've decided to write in here. I won't write constantly, only in few-minute intervals. I'll drink a glass, let it hit, then write another paragraph. So each paragraph will imply a higher level of drunkenness. For the first time, I'm drinking actual red red wine. This bottle was about $18. What I usually buy is about $12. I'm feeling rather bored actually. I wish that I had someone to talk to. It's kind of odd that I don't. Over the last few months I've had a few online friends who I've talked to regularly, but most of them go away. Usually I'll talk regularly to one or two at a time, then they decide to stop talking to me gradually. I'm not sure why that is. I'll drink a glass or so and then come back in the next paragraph. I'll post what I have now, and edit it in real-time.
I suppose I'm now buzzed. This wine is disgusting. I much prefer the $12 stuff. Yeah, @OldSparta, IRC is okay sometimes, but not usually. I don't even want to risk it. Usually when I go in there, I get a series of greetings, someone asks me how drunk I am, and then I'm ignored. Either there's silence or people start talking about something I don't care about, so I end up leaving awkwardly. What I said before about not knowing why people stop talking to me... no, I know why. I have a very good surface persona. I'm physically quite attractive, I appear to be intelligent and insightful, I have a lot of unique and interesting qualities. But, beneath that, I'm nothing. I'm a complete fucking useless waste of oxygen. I seem intelligent, and I suppose I am, in certain ways, but that fact means nothing when I'm so ignorant of everything. I'm lazy and never finish anything I try to do. I've been planning to learn about politics for... how many years now? I don't know. I suppose I create the illusion that I'm knowledgeable by keeping quiet about the things I don't know. So yeah, I'm alluring, someone people want to get to know. But once they reach out to me, and I reach back, and I get drunk and write them a lot of long e-mails, they see who I really am which is nothing worth their time, and lose interest in knowing me. None of my other seemingly positive qualities are really that great either. I'm learning violin - ooo, how classy - but I don't know it at all yet. I'm interested in philosophy and think about it, but once you actually start talking with me about it, you realise I know none of the history nor the terminology. I might know a bit to start a conversation and appear knowledgeable, but I could never carry one out in depth without losing myself. I read books, but they're only fantasy novels. I appear to do well in my classes and look really good as the only female in a class of males with the strictest asshole teacher in the school, but I'm really not doing that well. I've learned to get a bored, knowledgeable look in my eyes, as though I know exactly what the teacher is talking about, but really I'm lost most of the time, I'd just never show it. I'm attractive, my face is nice, but that means nothing. It sickens me lately. I cannot look in mirrors, I fucking hate it. It's completely wrong, not what I feel like I'm supposed to look like. I seem to have a nice body, but I'm constantly holding in my stomach in real life to appear really skinny, and my thighs are too big. I have a huge scar on my arm and plenty on my legs along with about 30 fresh cuts, but no one would guess that in real life. I act confident and classy, I put on a good act lately, but really I drink every night and want to die and am a fucking loser who will never achieve anything. I might seem knowledgeable because I pretty much look for excuses to recite any of the knowledge I know, so people assume that I must know a lot more, but I don't. People see these flaws about me, they realise I'm a useless idiot, and they leave because there are others more worth their time.
Thanks OldSparta, I appreciate the post. I don't feel like responding to it now though. I find myself listening to um... System of a Down, lol. I literally haven't listened to that in about 5 years. I saw one of their songs in a related video on youtube, expected it to be crap now because most of the music I used to listen to is, but it's actually sounding okay. This wine really is hard to down. I suppose I'm almost drunk now. Not quite, but almost. Somebody on DV was online and in their profile I saw them looking at this thread, but they never replied to it, and that made me sad. In addition, there is someone I wish would come online, but won't. In further addition, there is someone who I wish would e-mail me, but likely won't. I have a huge fear of rejection. Yet, I continue to do things that usually result in it, because I can't stand the nothingness that comes otherwise. I decided conclusively that I would not e-mail the guy in my class anymore, since his last e-mail to me was kind of short so I'm fearing I said something that made him dislike me, but I can feel myself almost willing to do it already... I fear that I will. I wish I could somehow prevent myself from accessing my hotmail while drunk... fuck. It seems that no humans in the world exist who I like and who like me. It's like there are two bars, my liking of him and his liking of me, and added together they must equal 100% or something. So, for example, I might like him 20% and he likes me 80%. The relationship never works because he likes me way more than I like him. Or sometimes it's the opposite. I like him 90% but he likes me 10%. I swear it almost always follows that scheme, adding to 100%. Someone reaches out to me and I'm not at first interested, then I become interested and start talking to him more, then he stops talking to me and becomes less interested, and I'm left heartbroken. I wish that wine wasn't so bitter. I've realised that songs that I've been liking a lot lately are actually intended to be emotional rap beats, which kind of demotivates me, because I hate rap.
People just.... don't seem to realise how much pain they can cause me. They don't think they're that substantial to another human, but they are. Either they don't realise how much they can affect me, or they're cruel. Extremely cruel. And don't care. People just don't do what I want them to do. People try to reach out to me and talk to me when I don't want them to. And they ignore my cries for help or for someone to just talk to when I really really really really need it, like they think it's nothing. FUCK. Time to I don't even know. I suppose I'm technically drunk now. I hate it. Or I love it, I do enjoy it. Listening now to Nirvana. I never liked them, but my taste in music seems to alter drastically while I'm drunk. I enjoy being drunk, a lot. But it would be better if I had someone to talk to. Fuck. I'm so unfulfilled. And desperate, and to be honestly, constantly horny. I swear I have a higher libido than most males do. It's fucking ridiculous and embarrassing. But only while I'm not depressed. Bands like Nirvana and Alice in Chains are nice, because they lack emotion, they promote the lack of emotion, and that's nice.
Well, over an hour since my last post here. If link s irgh the that's okayl.. I'm quite drunk now. I'm listening to a song that i havn't listend to in a very long time. I am much too embarrased to admit what son git is.. But okayl, it's blink 182 -I miss you. Okay? hate me now. lol. It almost makes me want to cry honestly. What is wrong with me. To be honest, no. I becom eattached to people, but what is the differenc between that and love? I do love, too many people. If I can't stop thinking about osmeone for over a month an dfeeling such loss and lifelessness due to losing them, is that not love? I suppose it isn't. I don't know why I'm tlakin gabout it. I know it isn't love. I have experineced real lolve. So I don't know hat's going on with me. I suppose there are a few different types of what people call love, and I've experienced about every one of htem. I feel like I'm floating, I'm drinking, my body is higher than it should be. Oh god. Why do I do this? I'm horny. Fuck. Why am I alone? I'm an attractive female, I should have guys ready to please me in any way I want, but I don't. I don't. I'm just a loser. I'm lonely. I've been getting a hug eurge to SLAP myself lately, seriously. And I have been when my parents aren't in the house. I just did now, twice, on either side of my face, it feels so good. I wish that scars didn't happen. I like cutting myself, the only reason I don't is from fear of new scars.
THe only reaosn now I"m tyring isk idk, holy shit.. Compeltey druhk,.. I can't even play a anow.. So deprese,d no point in aything, cna't stand it, terified of a hangover, feelin lighlsyt nauseous.. we/ goodbye.
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