I've lost it. Completely. I'm gone.
I don't fit in anywhere. I can't make any friends worth a damn. I'll never be able to date any one. There's just no point. No one can tolerate me, and I can't tolerate any one else. Or, I guess I can rephrase that to... No one likes my old fashioned opinions on virtually all aspects of life, and I can't tolerate a single damn thing.
When I was 16, I had a friend named Bianca. She was cool as shit. Best friend I'd probably ever had. We were both slightly suicidal, and one night I was about to off myself, and she kept calling my phone trying to reach me. After an entire bloody 30 minutes of me sitting there, debating, the phone ringing the entire time, I finally answered it, and she demanded that I promise her I'd never even think of suicide again. I made the promise. Two weeks later, she hung herself. She was beyond high and maybe drunk and didn't know a damn thing she was doing.
Any ways, I kept the promise. It's the only promise I've ever made to any one in my life. I don't even make joke promises, because when I make a promise or garauntee or something, I keep it. Period.
After that incident, I did the only thing I felt was right. I dropped out of high school, got a GED, and went straight to college. Absolutely dominated 90% of the classes I was in. Tried to find a job, got one, and been on and off jobs ever since. Never made any friends of any degree or definition of the word "friend" in any of my classes. I tolerated people at various work places, but never hung out with them when not working. I just never got along with any of 'em.
Year and half ago, I had brain surgery. Removal of a bacterial abscess is the term for the operation I had. Basically, I had a golfball size chunk of bacteria in between my skull and mushy brain, and it was putting strong enough pressure on the brain to damage several nerve cells. No one knew it was there until I started seizing, and my doctor ordered a MRI right away and found it. 12 hours later, I'm in surgery. Yeah, he that's good of a doctor.
Anyways, took some time off both school (I still don't have an associates yet) and work to recover. 'Bout 6 months ago, right in the middle of the second biggest depression America has ever seen, I start applying for jobs. I got WalMart, but only lasted 3 months before being fired, and here I am now, looking around again.
Tonight... I've thought about suicide for the fifth time since the brain surgery. Between having zero friends since the surgery, not having a job, and therefore no money to go to school, I've nothing. And now, for the fifth time, I've broken my promise.
I don't know why I made this damn thread... I needed to rant or something.
Don't worry about what you put in your replies. Trust me, I don't get offended by anything really.
I don't fit in anywhere. I can't make any friends worth a damn. I'll never be able to date any one. There's just no point. No one can tolerate me, and I can't tolerate any one else. Or, I guess I can rephrase that to... No one likes my old fashioned opinions on virtually all aspects of life, and I can't tolerate a single damn thing.
When I was 16, I had a friend named Bianca. She was cool as shit. Best friend I'd probably ever had. We were both slightly suicidal, and one night I was about to off myself, and she kept calling my phone trying to reach me. After an entire bloody 30 minutes of me sitting there, debating, the phone ringing the entire time, I finally answered it, and she demanded that I promise her I'd never even think of suicide again. I made the promise. Two weeks later, she hung herself. She was beyond high and maybe drunk and didn't know a damn thing she was doing.
Any ways, I kept the promise. It's the only promise I've ever made to any one in my life. I don't even make joke promises, because when I make a promise or garauntee or something, I keep it. Period.
After that incident, I did the only thing I felt was right. I dropped out of high school, got a GED, and went straight to college. Absolutely dominated 90% of the classes I was in. Tried to find a job, got one, and been on and off jobs ever since. Never made any friends of any degree or definition of the word "friend" in any of my classes. I tolerated people at various work places, but never hung out with them when not working. I just never got along with any of 'em.
Year and half ago, I had brain surgery. Removal of a bacterial abscess is the term for the operation I had. Basically, I had a golfball size chunk of bacteria in between my skull and mushy brain, and it was putting strong enough pressure on the brain to damage several nerve cells. No one knew it was there until I started seizing, and my doctor ordered a MRI right away and found it. 12 hours later, I'm in surgery. Yeah, he that's good of a doctor.
Anyways, took some time off both school (I still don't have an associates yet) and work to recover. 'Bout 6 months ago, right in the middle of the second biggest depression America has ever seen, I start applying for jobs. I got WalMart, but only lasted 3 months before being fired, and here I am now, looking around again.
Tonight... I've thought about suicide for the fifth time since the brain surgery. Between having zero friends since the surgery, not having a job, and therefore no money to go to school, I've nothing. And now, for the fifth time, I've broken my promise.
I don't know why I made this damn thread... I needed to rant or something.
Don't worry about what you put in your replies. Trust me, I don't get offended by anything really.