u/Dodo20987

It's either sink or swim, but no one likes to acknowledge when you drown. I think of myself as a failure in many regards.

What's painful is that I have no one to talk to about my struggles or failures; people only want to hear from you if you're doing well in life. No one wants to hear the struggles of others, as it inconveniences them.

It's always embarrassing for me when I hear, "Why don't you have friends?" "Why don't you have a girlfriend?" It's because I'm a socially inept recluse who failed to develop any social skills, but I can't say that cause of course, you'd think less of me if I told the truth. So, I feel socially required to make up some bullshit excuse.

No one to talk to after something bad happens to me, no one to tell me that what had happened to me was fucked up.

Since I was a child, it's been like this: always having to bottle up every single sad and traumatic experience that's happened to me, just cause no one's ever cared to ask me how I'm doing or how I'm feeling.

I'd stay in my own solitude as a child, and no one's bothered to understand why I was solitary. I think I just never really meant much to the people around me.

Our generation is supposedly the loneliest; interesting how it seems everyone I meet has friends and is in a relationship.

It almost feels pointless to talk about my loneliness to other people cause they just haven't experienced the level of loneliness where I have had absolutely no one in my life.

I think that people genuinely can't understand how this loneliness feels unless they've experienced it; they don't understand how much it hurts.

When I go out and I see someone alone, being left out, I typically approach them and try to talk with them; it genuinely hurts me to see others get left out and feel lonely.

It always makes me wonder, why am I the only person doing this? People are so cold to others who are lonely and are left out; it frustrates me. I think that people who don't fit in are just left behind because people don't consider how others around them are feeling.

People always wanna talk about being kind, but can't be fucking kind enough to acknowledge that the person sitting by themselves fucking exists.

No one ever listens to me, never had anyone I could really talk to about how I feel.

The only person who listens to me is my counsellor, whose job it is, is to pretend to care about my problems.

I feel so empty and sad all the time. I hate my life. I try to be open and listen to others, but nobody listens to me or sees me.

I wish I could just cry into someone's arms, but I'm stuck on Reddit complaining about my shit life.

For as long as I can remember, it felt like there was just an invisible wall between me and other people.

Behind this wall, I'd watch people get along, socialize, make friends, and get into relationships. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get past this wall.

Behind this wall, I can't connect with or feel any connection to other people; behind this wall, people just can't seem to really understand me and end up just thinking I'm some weirdo, and I can't understand what is wrong with me.

Realistically, there's nothing stopping me from making friends or getting into a relationship because people seem to assume I'm a normal person at first, but it really does feel like I'm stuck in some kind of inescapable prison cause I don't understand what's wrong with me, and what I'm doing wrong to make people avoid me.

I'm bad with verbalizing my thoughts, so this probably just sounds like the ramblings of some weirdo, but I feel a strong need to express myself in some way.

It's literally been like a year since I've had an actual conversation with someone besides my counsellor/therapist, holy fucking shit.

I crave talking to and being around people so badly; I just wish I knew what is wrong with me that is so off-putting.

Sometimes I think of my life and am shocked, wow this really doesn’t feel real. Like I’m watching my life go by from a distance.

Can’t believe i’ve been alone this long, I really do spend my days bottled up without anyone to talk about how I feel with.

I feel detached from my own life, feels like it doesn’t matter, nothing matters and my life doesn’t affect anyone else’s life. I don’t mean anything to others so it doesn’t matter if I waste away my life, who cares anyways, I don’t even know if I still care about my own life I suppose; I don’t take my own life very seriously after all.

I'm broke, awkward, and not the tallest fella. Plus have no friends.

I really need to pick a struggle lmao.

Anyone else drowning themselves in media to distract from their horrible lives?

Literally, all I do is mindlessly scroll tiktok like a drone to distract myself from boredom and loneliness.

Such an unfulfilling life, my life has no meaning, it’s just a long string of distractions and frying my dopamine receptors.

"You need to open up to people". This is genuinely a trap, dude. The truth is that most people don't care to hear about people's vulnerabilities. I think people like to say this as a cookie-cutter response in an attempt to solve problems with socialization.

My experience with opening up and being vulnerable is that people just don't care, or they just can't understand how I feel. Afterwards, I feel either embarrassed or regretful for opening up to a person who just doesn't care or care to understand.

Genuinely not a single friend or family member to hear me out, it only makes me realize how alone I really am.

It's so pointless, it's so so so so so pointless. Why am I even still here? I ask myself that every day.

I've never been able to confide in or talk to my parents casually. I just don't feel any affection from them; the only thing I got was scolding, criticism, and cold silence.

I've never been hugged or told "I love / like you" from my parents. Growing up, I'd spend a lot of time with my cousin; his parents were always very loving, chatty, and playful with him. I just couldn't fathom why he had this, and why didn't I have this.

I have so much I want to say and tell if I had a parent who wouldn't brush me off and would listen to me.

I just want to know what it feels like to be loved by my parents, I suppose.

Hate this fucking quote and thought process. I swear, people who try to ascribe loneliness to morality really piss me off.

I think the type of people who try to push this message probably never really experienced what it's like to be lonely, so they just sit in their ivory tower and judge others to feel superior to them.

I'm not denying that some people are probably lonely cause they're bad people, but to blindly generalize so many people is just so ignorant.

Not every fucking lonely person is a bad person. Sometimes, we're unlucky or just lacking in social skills. It just fills me with rage hearing this. The other person is surely just a privileged asshole who thinks they just know everything.

I'm just going to be blunt, I've been planning to off myself for a while now.

I've never gone to therapy or told anyone that I've been suicidal because I was scared of being sent into a psych ward or something; I no longer care about what happens, so I'm just going to be completely truthful about how I feel.

What'll they do if I tell them? Are they gonna send me to a psych ward? Tell people I know that I'm suicidal?

In every social situation, I'm just somehow always the one who's just being left out and not really getting along with others.

I don't know what makes me so uniquely repulsive to others. At this point in my life, I embarrassingly can't even relate to other people my age.

It seems like everybody has their own stories to tell, friends, fun hobbies, and they're on their nth relationship. Meanwhile, I have no exciting life experiences/stories to tell, have no friends, don't feel any excitement for my hobbies anymore, and don't even know what it feels like to hold the hand of another person.

I'm just so exhausted by not being able to fit in with others and feeling that same loneliness that I've always felt since I was a fucking child. It doesn't look like there's a way out of this any time soon.

Whenever I meet someone, a potential new friend or something, I just feel like I care about them way more than they care about me. I'll always try to ask questions about them, memorize facts about them, etc.

It just feels like that courtesy isn't returned to me, and people just don't seem to care about me at all. It's honestly just embarrassing, I think about these people often, but they probably forget that I even exist.

I'm just so desperate, I have no self-respect, they don't give a shit about me, but I keep coming back to try and spend time with them.

I want to know what makes me so insignificant to others. The only one who returns my affection is my cat, but that's no replacement for connection to others.

I wish I were at least good enough for people to like me back.

I genuinely have nothing to do or anything to kill time with. All I do is lie in bed, go on my phone, and disappoint myself.

At the very least, when I'm at work, I have no thoughts; I just feel numb and want to get through the day.

I can understand why people use drugs and alcohol. It feels like I'm not really living my life or anything, I'm just trying to get through the day with no particular end goal in mind.

This sounds stupid, but it feels like I'm not really in control of my life; it feels like I'm just spectating my life or some shit sometimes. If I speak to someone, I'm not really there, I suppose; it doesn't feel like I'm the one who's speaking. I'm watching the interaction completely emotionless, watching the interaction go by in my own body.

I think the loneliness just makes me numb to everything. I don't give a shit about anything anymore. I just want somebody.

It's a Friday night, and all I'm doing is sitting at my computer scrolling through Reddit, not even enjoying it.

I used to have so many hobbies that I enjoyed, but now they all just seem like chores. I don't have a single hobby or activity that I enjoy, and it's sucking the soul out of my life.

The only thing I want to do right now is talk to people, but I'm too much of a pussy to go outside and talk to people. I live such a pointless and bland life; every day, I question why I'm even alive.