Nozphexezora
Bluelighter
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- Jan 7, 2012
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So here I am yet again - sitting behind the confines of my computer room. As the expression goes; "Same shit, different day." That summarises my life in a nutshell. I'm not sure where I turned wrong, or if I even went the wrong direction in life in the first place. I do feel, though, that my life is slowly failing - step by step. I'll try and detail my life chronologically, so you have an understanding of my background and, hopefully, you could enlighten me as to why I am like this now.
My childhood wasn't bad at all. I went through a pretty bad time when my parents divorced, but I didn't think much of it at the time honestly. I figured it happened to everybody. I saw my Dad literally kick my Mother out of the house the night they divorced, and my Dad was batshit crazy for a long time up until recently due to that divorce. He kept being sent in and out of hospitals, and apparently he started drinking heavily. Of course, I didn't know that at the time, so I can't see how it affected me much. I think I had a good childhood.My Dad was a good Dad, despite his somewhat human failings, and the same goes with my Mum (I now live with her). Anyway, I kept going back and forth between my Mum and Dad, until I finally moved in with my Mum to stay in grade 7. Of course, I had to change schools, and I met a lot of nice people. During the end of the year, though, my friends got sick of me (they literally said that to my face, claiming that my jokes were 'boring') and I never saw them again - until later in my life.
I moved schools again in order to move into High school. This was a relatively small school, and I got to meet some nice friends. Not much really happened until Grade 10, my final year there. During this grade, I experimented with my first drug - marijuana (shock, horror!). Anyway, I did enjoy it, and I tried alcohol that same year. Because my friends hated drug use at that time, they became more distant from me. Not only that, but I would have people harass me and abuse me verbally and so forth - one of the people even went to the extent of physically abusing me at one point, despite the fact that he was supposedly a devoted 'Christian'. Anyway, I still kept connected with 2 or 3 of my friends from there, and the rest of them ignored me because they thought my drug use was wrong.
I moved schools (to a very large school) yet again to finish Grade 11 and 12. These years were probably the worst years of my life, and I feel as though everything really went to shit now, despite my vague academic success and good state of living. I don't mean to sound like a big sook, or anything, I appreciate my state of living. But I cant help but feel like I'm stuck in a dark well of loneliness and no sense of direction after the following years. In grade 11 I met another new person, and we became good friends. By this time I was occasionally using methylphenidate and marijuana, along with alcohol, all with my brother. It wasn't any thing significant. I also met a very smart individual who became friends with me quickly as well, so I had 2 good friends- i was happy at this school, as per usual.
Unfortunately, my first friend (let's call him M) stopped talking to me after the end of Grade 11. He ended up getting a girlfriend who was really crude to me whenever I talked to M. However, M told me he wanted to 'be cool', so he made friends with a lot of other people who I just didn't get along with. However, I still had my other trusty friend, who I will call 'L'. During the midyear of Grade 12, L became very suicidal and I talked him out of it eventually. I was there with him all the time, and I swear to god I tried to help him. He did eventually get over it. However, he stopped seeing me at school entirely and I spent all of my lunch hours looking around for him. Eventually, after a few weeks of rarely seeing him I never talked to him again. Just Bam, he stopped talking to me and he found new friends. Throughout the final months of my year I spent my lunch hours with my head in my arms just to stay away from every kid at that school. I was so put down at that school it was ridiculous, I even gave up the motivation to read and I moved on to experiment with other drugs, including codeine and DXM. When I graduated from the hellhole, nobody said goodbye or goodluck to me; i wasn't included in anything during the graduation ceremony other than collecting my certificate.
I got accepted into University and decided to do bachelor of Arts after this. Now, i thought i'd change and try and meet new friends. During the holidays, however, I got my driving license and consequently got caught up to a codeine and Poppy tea addiction - I was taking it everyday for a few months. I haven't made any friends yet in University; I got close, but she started talking to other people who I just can't build the courage to talk to unless I'm on MDMA or something similar. I've always leaned on my Brother as my greatest friends, because he was always there with me. I was mistaken when I went to visit him, only to be kicked out of his house unexpectedly. It was then that I realised that my Brother is just an idiot who never really cared about me - he stole money from me to buy drugs and now he keeps lying to his family, and he doesn't even care about his own daughter.
Basically, I'm stuck in this well again. I hardly ever attend University lectures just because my mind recoils in horror upon walking near groups of people - for fear that they're staring at me with a look of accusation. Recently I started hanging out with two of my old friends from Grade 10, but they unexpectedly abandoned me when I organised a nice get together for them (they complained that there weren't many people coming, and instead spent time with other people- despite me organising this 2 weeks prior), and I found out that - like everybody else I've met around my age - they just wanted to be popular. I've started my codeine and Poppy tea abuse again, and I have to steal money from my parents to pay for it because I require around a 1G (gram) of codeine to get the high. I've asked so many people if they just want to hang out, and I've even offered them free mdma to guarantee a fun night with me - but they still refuse.
Anyway, I'd like to just ask why people don't want to hang around me? Nobody knows about my codeine habit, and I only offer drugs to people I KNOW use drugs. I just don't know what to do. It's so fucking lonely, and I'm always contemplating suicide because I'm a disgrace to my family and I won't accomplish anything with this Arts Degree. My Mum won't let me see a psychiatrist, which is reasonable seeing as how it costs so much. But I just want to get to know somebody who actually cares about me, rather than just treating me as 'another friend'; it's a trend that has become so virulent these days that I just don't know where to look or what to do in order to find a real friend who won't abandon me like everybody else has. Is it even possible with people my age (17)? I don't know, I'd love to hear some advice. Thanks for reading, I appreciate it.
My childhood wasn't bad at all. I went through a pretty bad time when my parents divorced, but I didn't think much of it at the time honestly. I figured it happened to everybody. I saw my Dad literally kick my Mother out of the house the night they divorced, and my Dad was batshit crazy for a long time up until recently due to that divorce. He kept being sent in and out of hospitals, and apparently he started drinking heavily. Of course, I didn't know that at the time, so I can't see how it affected me much. I think I had a good childhood.My Dad was a good Dad, despite his somewhat human failings, and the same goes with my Mum (I now live with her). Anyway, I kept going back and forth between my Mum and Dad, until I finally moved in with my Mum to stay in grade 7. Of course, I had to change schools, and I met a lot of nice people. During the end of the year, though, my friends got sick of me (they literally said that to my face, claiming that my jokes were 'boring') and I never saw them again - until later in my life.
I moved schools again in order to move into High school. This was a relatively small school, and I got to meet some nice friends. Not much really happened until Grade 10, my final year there. During this grade, I experimented with my first drug - marijuana (shock, horror!). Anyway, I did enjoy it, and I tried alcohol that same year. Because my friends hated drug use at that time, they became more distant from me. Not only that, but I would have people harass me and abuse me verbally and so forth - one of the people even went to the extent of physically abusing me at one point, despite the fact that he was supposedly a devoted 'Christian'. Anyway, I still kept connected with 2 or 3 of my friends from there, and the rest of them ignored me because they thought my drug use was wrong.
I moved schools (to a very large school) yet again to finish Grade 11 and 12. These years were probably the worst years of my life, and I feel as though everything really went to shit now, despite my vague academic success and good state of living. I don't mean to sound like a big sook, or anything, I appreciate my state of living. But I cant help but feel like I'm stuck in a dark well of loneliness and no sense of direction after the following years. In grade 11 I met another new person, and we became good friends. By this time I was occasionally using methylphenidate and marijuana, along with alcohol, all with my brother. It wasn't any thing significant. I also met a very smart individual who became friends with me quickly as well, so I had 2 good friends- i was happy at this school, as per usual.
Unfortunately, my first friend (let's call him M) stopped talking to me after the end of Grade 11. He ended up getting a girlfriend who was really crude to me whenever I talked to M. However, M told me he wanted to 'be cool', so he made friends with a lot of other people who I just didn't get along with. However, I still had my other trusty friend, who I will call 'L'. During the midyear of Grade 12, L became very suicidal and I talked him out of it eventually. I was there with him all the time, and I swear to god I tried to help him. He did eventually get over it. However, he stopped seeing me at school entirely and I spent all of my lunch hours looking around for him. Eventually, after a few weeks of rarely seeing him I never talked to him again. Just Bam, he stopped talking to me and he found new friends. Throughout the final months of my year I spent my lunch hours with my head in my arms just to stay away from every kid at that school. I was so put down at that school it was ridiculous, I even gave up the motivation to read and I moved on to experiment with other drugs, including codeine and DXM. When I graduated from the hellhole, nobody said goodbye or goodluck to me; i wasn't included in anything during the graduation ceremony other than collecting my certificate.
I got accepted into University and decided to do bachelor of Arts after this. Now, i thought i'd change and try and meet new friends. During the holidays, however, I got my driving license and consequently got caught up to a codeine and Poppy tea addiction - I was taking it everyday for a few months. I haven't made any friends yet in University; I got close, but she started talking to other people who I just can't build the courage to talk to unless I'm on MDMA or something similar. I've always leaned on my Brother as my greatest friends, because he was always there with me. I was mistaken when I went to visit him, only to be kicked out of his house unexpectedly. It was then that I realised that my Brother is just an idiot who never really cared about me - he stole money from me to buy drugs and now he keeps lying to his family, and he doesn't even care about his own daughter.
Basically, I'm stuck in this well again. I hardly ever attend University lectures just because my mind recoils in horror upon walking near groups of people - for fear that they're staring at me with a look of accusation. Recently I started hanging out with two of my old friends from Grade 10, but they unexpectedly abandoned me when I organised a nice get together for them (they complained that there weren't many people coming, and instead spent time with other people- despite me organising this 2 weeks prior), and I found out that - like everybody else I've met around my age - they just wanted to be popular. I've started my codeine and Poppy tea abuse again, and I have to steal money from my parents to pay for it because I require around a 1G (gram) of codeine to get the high. I've asked so many people if they just want to hang out, and I've even offered them free mdma to guarantee a fun night with me - but they still refuse.
Anyway, I'd like to just ask why people don't want to hang around me? Nobody knows about my codeine habit, and I only offer drugs to people I KNOW use drugs. I just don't know what to do. It's so fucking lonely, and I'm always contemplating suicide because I'm a disgrace to my family and I won't accomplish anything with this Arts Degree. My Mum won't let me see a psychiatrist, which is reasonable seeing as how it costs so much. But I just want to get to know somebody who actually cares about me, rather than just treating me as 'another friend'; it's a trend that has become so virulent these days that I just don't know where to look or what to do in order to find a real friend who won't abandon me like everybody else has. Is it even possible with people my age (17)? I don't know, I'd love to hear some advice. Thanks for reading, I appreciate it.