Hey, who remembers this post?
http://kazestyle.livejournal.com/17072.htmlNone of you? That's probably because nobody responded to it, which is of course, ironic in itself, considering the subject of the matter.
My life from an outside perspective would seem pretty good. But coming from a first person perspective, I can assure you that it's actually quite terrible.
Let me start at the top. I've been single for over a year now. In the span of this year I've had little to absolutely no female attention whatsoever. I honestly don't think I've had so much as a single girl even flirt with me. But even that aside, I'm absolutely horrible with girls. I simply don't know how to flirt. I don't even know how to walk up to one and talk to them. Any girl I've ever dated in my life was with the assistance of not only a friend, but usually the prospect's best friend, or equivalent. I dated Mia with the assistance of my friend Angela, who more or less hooked us up. I dated Elizabeth with the assistance of Sarah, and ironically, proceeded to date Sarah afterwards with the assistance Elizabeth. I dated Serena with the backing of her "sister" Lauryn and her then-boyfriend Zachary. The only reason I ever really met Virginia was because I was really good friends with Allysa at the time. I dated Naomi through her friend Mari, and the backing of my friends in Japan. And finally, I suppose, I met Risa on that extra level by becoming good friends with her best friend Toto, who helped me out. Not only have I never dated a girl on my own, but I don't even know how to meet them. Girls that I find attractive at school or elsewhere don't seem interested in me. I don't get the attention like I'm the kind of guy who girls are attracted to. But having myself the confidence I do, I like to think I am. It usually backfires in my face when I try to so much as become friends with them, as I get isolated and rejected. Or in most cases, simply ignored.
But hey, there's more to life than just relationships, right? School and friends should come first.
Yeah, you'd think so, wouldn't you. I used to think I had multiple best friends, people who were so close to me. In reality, it's that I have multiple friends, and many acquaintances. My e-mail inbox is always empty. I never have new comments or messages on MySpace or Facebook, nor friend requests. I hardly get IM's from anybody anymore, and I definitely never receive phone calls from anyone outside of my inner group of friends. That is of course, a group of about 3 people; David, Brett, and Heather. Speaking of Heather, I haven't heard from her in over 2 weeks. Last I did, she was going to come over. Excited over seeing my friend, I cleaned up my apartment, went to blockbusters to rent a movie, made the evening and the following day free, and left a key for her outside. When I got home from class, the key was still outside. I came home to an empty apartment, and went to sleep. Never even watched the movie, and got charged a late fee. I thought I'd see her the following week, but I never heard from her. I told her I'd love to atleast go to her graduation. Never heard from her, and it was yesterday. Congratulations on graduating, atleast.
And then there's school of course. Not that I get good grades anyways. I'm usually depressed or lonely, and find myself in bed at late hours of the night, never having time to focus or study. I have company every weekend, and while I enjoy the company, it doesn't help my study habits. Most of the time my friends seem ungrateful for anything that I do, and scold me if I refuse to acquiesce to their requests. I try my hardest to make everyone happy, and in the end the one getting screwed is me. I never feel any accomplishment in anything that I do. Nobody every congratulates me. Nobody ever pats me on the back. Mainly because I hardly have any friends I guess, but the few friends that I do have are never impressed with anything I do. They never offer a helping hand. I have to beg them for them to so much as throw me crumbs. It's funny every now and then, but it gets weary and I often find myself making excuses so that I can have alone time and peace. Of course, my depression and loneliness kick in once no ones around, and it really doesn't do me any better.
I have a nervous disorder where I twist my hair. Some people bite their nails, I rip my hair out. I'm constantly trying to get in shape so I can look good, but my depression leads me to unhealthy eating habits, and I never attain the goals I want. Both of my parents are in financial distress, and I'm jobless. I'm single. I'm depressed and unhappy. I have very few friends who give a shit about me, and those who do treat me like shit. I haven't gotten a single A yet in college. Every inch of hope I find gets shattered the second it happens. It's like looking forward to something for upwards of 6 months, and not knowing that it isn't going to happen until the day of, about 20 minutes before showtime. And once you've been beaten, abused, ripped to pieces, and thrown out into the streets, no one is there to hug you, to offer a shoulder to lean on, or arms to cry in. Everyone is selfish. No one offers themselves up. I offer myself up, and at this point there's little left for me to offer anyone, even myself. On the outside I smile, cheer, and laugh. On the inside...
I'm going to make this public, but I'm disabling comments. If you have something to say, say it to me. Don't message my PC screennames, I won't be home. Goodnight.