StarsPer
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I'm talking about real isolation, not being home alone. Some others seem to understand this as a hard truth about life and suck it up and continue on with life in that circumstance.
I don't know how to do that. This life feels empty and miserable without human connection. I can't get over it, though, I am trying. It feels so unhealthy; it sickens me. I feel so unfulfilled; I don't know how to move on.
I need a lot of alone time, but not having a choice in your isolation, ever, for years and years and years... I have already gone mad, been morbidly depressed. I've become bitter and jaded in the extreme.
But still, I'm so desperate.
I try to fill my time with distractions, like painting, starcraft 2, being too stoned to feel this problem, listening to music, reading, working out. And it all feels like an effort to be normal and functional. To hold some semblance of being afloat, productive, and happy with an exclusively independent social circumstance. And I'm not. Happy. Only distracted, if that.
What I want more than anything just isn't here, and I feel in a perpetual state of remorse or breaking heart over this. I sit and feel sorry for myself, for this experiencing of life. I lament, I hate, I lash out, I sit and take the weight of it like a dead horse that can still feel it.
I seek desperately for what I'm after but am exclusively left with an exacerbating reminder of that complete isolation, further realized with every effort I make with people. I feel fucked. Like a robot set to desire x and x is simply not on my planet.
Sometimes, after a frantic response to the onset of this depressive awareness, I scatter myself in all social directions on the net. I reject my knowledge that it's empty out there, that people are shit to me, and try to go on a hunt to suddenly find something. I usually end up sitting in a chat room listening to people speak to each other and not participating, because I hate them, but am so pathetically trying to glean a little bit of impersonal social warmth from being around them.
Thoughts? Similar experience? Advice that won't make me feel alienated because it's built out of a positive inability to relate?
I don't know how to do that. This life feels empty and miserable without human connection. I can't get over it, though, I am trying. It feels so unhealthy; it sickens me. I feel so unfulfilled; I don't know how to move on.
I need a lot of alone time, but not having a choice in your isolation, ever, for years and years and years... I have already gone mad, been morbidly depressed. I've become bitter and jaded in the extreme.
But still, I'm so desperate.
I try to fill my time with distractions, like painting, starcraft 2, being too stoned to feel this problem, listening to music, reading, working out. And it all feels like an effort to be normal and functional. To hold some semblance of being afloat, productive, and happy with an exclusively independent social circumstance. And I'm not. Happy. Only distracted, if that.
What I want more than anything just isn't here, and I feel in a perpetual state of remorse or breaking heart over this. I sit and feel sorry for myself, for this experiencing of life. I lament, I hate, I lash out, I sit and take the weight of it like a dead horse that can still feel it.
I seek desperately for what I'm after but am exclusively left with an exacerbating reminder of that complete isolation, further realized with every effort I make with people. I feel fucked. Like a robot set to desire x and x is simply not on my planet.
Sometimes, after a frantic response to the onset of this depressive awareness, I scatter myself in all social directions on the net. I reject my knowledge that it's empty out there, that people are shit to me, and try to go on a hunt to suddenly find something. I usually end up sitting in a chat room listening to people speak to each other and not participating, because I hate them, but am so pathetically trying to glean a little bit of impersonal social warmth from being around them.
Thoughts? Similar experience? Advice that won't make me feel alienated because it's built out of a positive inability to relate?
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