Heather M349
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Today, I was playing tetris, and it suddenly dawned on me that I lose at life.
I sleep, I work, I sit at my computer until midnight, I repeat. On weekends when I'm not working, I sit at my computer all day.
I'm 21 years old. I have never had a girlfriend who I didn't meet over the net and who wasn't long distance. By long distance, I mean the other side of this continent. I can count the ammount of times I had sex on one hand (no pun intended), and I've only kissed one girl in my life.
That was when I was 20. And I had to fly across this continent to do so.
I have very few friends, and again, it seems the only people who give a shit about whether I live or die are people I've never met. Aside from family, of course.
I've only been drunk twice in my life. And by drunk, I mean passed out on the floor. Both times were in grade 11.
I have a hard time talking to people, and, as a result, people don't like me. I'm boring because I'm quiet. Or because I have no interesting stories about my life. Or both. I don't know. All I know is I'm uninteresting.
I feel as if every day I'm searching for a purpose... for a reason to keep living. I don't know what it is or if I'll ever find it. No, I'm not happy. And I don't think I ever will be happy. I don't know what I'm good at, I don't know what I want to do with my life, I don't even know what I'm interested in. I don't know anything.
I know threads like this never go without insults, so call me names if you want. Tell me I'm emo. I just don't give a fuck anymore.
I sleep, I work, I sit at my computer until midnight, I repeat. On weekends when I'm not working, I sit at my computer all day.
I'm 21 years old. I have never had a girlfriend who I didn't meet over the net and who wasn't long distance. By long distance, I mean the other side of this continent. I can count the ammount of times I had sex on one hand (no pun intended), and I've only kissed one girl in my life.
That was when I was 20. And I had to fly across this continent to do so.
I have very few friends, and again, it seems the only people who give a shit about whether I live or die are people I've never met. Aside from family, of course.
I've only been drunk twice in my life. And by drunk, I mean passed out on the floor. Both times were in grade 11.
I have a hard time talking to people, and, as a result, people don't like me. I'm boring because I'm quiet. Or because I have no interesting stories about my life. Or both. I don't know. All I know is I'm uninteresting.
I feel as if every day I'm searching for a purpose... for a reason to keep living. I don't know what it is or if I'll ever find it. No, I'm not happy. And I don't think I ever will be happy. I don't know what I'm good at, I don't know what I want to do with my life, I don't even know what I'm interested in. I don't know anything.
I know threads like this never go without insults, so call me names if you want. Tell me I'm emo. I just don't give a fuck anymore.