I just had the most amazing night of my life. I got to meet, talk to, get numbers, take pics with, etc. my favorite dirtbiking team... the event was amazing... I had sooo much fun while I was there lol I didn't want to leave!!
But the second I got in my car and drove away, I got depressed. I called everyone I knew, because I knew being by myself tonight would be a bad idea, and either no one had a place to chill, they didn't pick up their phones, or they straight up said they didn't want to chill because they were busy. I got turned down for sex twice. Now I'm sitting at home, alone, depressed as fuck and double fisting wine and beer.
There is something wrong with me. How is it that I can have the most amazing night of my life, hell I can get famous athletes' numbers and get invited to after parties and shit, I have all this amazing stuff going on for me... and yet here I am, drinking by myself and crying my fucking eyes out.
This depression is getting worse. I can't deal with the emotional pain without pills or alcohol anymore. It's too much. Sometimes I think that if I died tomorrow, no one would realize it. I need a certain person back in my life so bad... I need him more than ever... he made me happy, no matter what kind of bullshit was going down, even when I was raped, he made everything better... he made sticking it out worth it... in fact, he's the only reason I stayed there as long as I did... and now he's never coming back. I keep thinking of how much happier I would be if I could just walk three doors down to his room, knock on the door, and throw back some brews and play Guitar Hero.
But all of that is gone. I feel like something inside of me is dying. I'm getting more and more depressed every day. This is bad. I don't understand how I could have such an amazing night, and then come home and cry. I don't really understand why I'm so sad.
I don't get it.
But the second I got in my car and drove away, I got depressed. I called everyone I knew, because I knew being by myself tonight would be a bad idea, and either no one had a place to chill, they didn't pick up their phones, or they straight up said they didn't want to chill because they were busy. I got turned down for sex twice. Now I'm sitting at home, alone, depressed as fuck and double fisting wine and beer.
There is something wrong with me. How is it that I can have the most amazing night of my life, hell I can get famous athletes' numbers and get invited to after parties and shit, I have all this amazing stuff going on for me... and yet here I am, drinking by myself and crying my fucking eyes out.
This depression is getting worse. I can't deal with the emotional pain without pills or alcohol anymore. It's too much. Sometimes I think that if I died tomorrow, no one would realize it. I need a certain person back in my life so bad... I need him more than ever... he made me happy, no matter what kind of bullshit was going down, even when I was raped, he made everything better... he made sticking it out worth it... in fact, he's the only reason I stayed there as long as I did... and now he's never coming back. I keep thinking of how much happier I would be if I could just walk three doors down to his room, knock on the door, and throw back some brews and play Guitar Hero.
But all of that is gone. I feel like something inside of me is dying. I'm getting more and more depressed every day. This is bad. I don't understand how I could have such an amazing night, and then come home and cry. I don't really understand why I'm so sad.
I don't get it.
