
The worst part about the pain is it’s meaningless (vent post)
You know what the worst part about all this shit is?
It’s so pointless. The mental struggle I go through is completely meaningless. To me my life has hit a dead end and I feel like I’m going absolutely insane yet the world keeps spinning. To some this is comforting but to me it’s terrifying. At first these thoughts only affected me at home (mainly at night) but now even when I’m at work I can’t escape these feelings.
I keep getting older day by day and my chances at happiness keep shrinking. I know I need to try everything to improve yet life/people move to quick for me to know where to begin. I’m 25 and haven’t even held hands with a girl meanwhile it’s Saturday night and guys younger than me are going clubs with girls to take home. I don’t even care about going clubbing but it just shows how far behind I am and how much catching up I have to do.
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