This is probably gonna be a long post...I apologize in advance to those who actually read it all.
I need help. I need change. Life is a perpetuating cycle of depression. Not even sadness, just depression. Sulking, constantly feeling sorry for myself. I sit, and think of what I want in life. I'm happy to think of all the nice things I could enjoy, all the possibilities. When I sit back and face reality though, nothing is the way I'd like it to be. It's as though my imagination far exceeds the possibilities of my own reality. I'm fucking lonely. I have no real friends any more. The ones I still have, are slowly drifting away. Whether through drug use, poor life choices, or simply not taking an interest in being a friend anymore.
I'm boring. I'm plain. I have no style, I have nothing going for me. I can't get a girl, I can't get anything I'd like. I'm humble, simple minded, I don't ask for much, just not to be so fucking lonely all the time. My life consists of wanting a girl, followed by getting excited thinking things might work out for once, only to be disappointed when they don't and convincing myself that I ruined it one way or another. I must have, right? My actions, my body language, my words. I think "I should have done this! I should have told her what I was thinking! I shouldn't have said that!" all these different things that convince me that I fucked up, it was clearly my fault 100%.
Past few months, all I seem to think about is how to off myself. And, to be honest...I don't think I'd ever have the balls to go through with it. I hope one day I do, but throughout my life I just can't bring myself to try. I could stab myself, I could jump in front of a train, drown, etc. But it's painful. I just want to go out, quick and easy. I wish I had access to a gun to be honest. And I'm embarrassed to admit I've even asked a friend of mine if he could get me a gun. I don't think he knew I was being serious, but I was.
I hate my life so much. I have work tonight, and I don't want to go. But I think, what would I be doing if I didn't work? Nothing. I'd simply be sitting here at home, with nothing to do...sulking. At least when I work, I'm making a little money. I dread coming home, I'm so fucking lonely. I come home, and sit in my room doing nothing. I wait around to hear from this girl I like, I hope she texts me first, or she hits me up to hang out. And she does, very rarely though. I'm beginning to think she just hangs out with me now cause she knows I like her, but just feels bad. In her gut, she wants to do something, has nothing better to do so figures why not see me? That's it, right? All she does when she comes over anyway is fall asleep. She'll come over after a party at 3, sometimes 4am, then sits with me for a while, maybe lays on my lap, gives me some cuddles, then falls asleep, wakes up and leaves in the afternoon. What's the point? I want to do stuff with you, go places! I want to go on an adventure, something, anything!
I like to think of what killing myself would do to the people who's lives I'm a part of. It's sad, but I really don't think anyone would care much. Not even a tear. And I say that seriously, I just don't think anybody would be surprised. They'd probably all think it was coming anyway, they were expecting it they'd say. Fuck, I don't know man...I buy things for people, I go out of my way to make others happy but it does nothing for me, it just...makes me miserable. It gets me used, lets other people take advantage of me...
Somebody save me, please. I just want to be happy for the rest of my life. Not stuck thinking of all the things I don't have, and all the things I want. I just want to be happy, and to be loved. Neither of which I feel. So fucking lonely...why do I do this to myself.