Deleted member 5089
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I'm almost 27. Never had any fun, never had a social life. I spent my teen and college years lonely, anxious, mentally ill and depressed, just rotting. Too ugly and too depressed to change anything. Just constant, bleak loneliness. Now that almost every single one of my peers who did have normal youth goes on and gets married, gets a job, has children I still dream about being a careless teen and having fun. No matter what I do, I can't get rid of this thoughts. It only gets worse. Every time I go outside I see all this young, happy teen people walking around in groups, enjoying time of their lives. It just hurts. It especially gets hard during summers. Those warm, long summer days and nights filled with partying, love, friendship, careless fun, first loves, first kisses, experimenting... and I just walk around like a lonely dog from a cartoon, observing and suffering.
How did it come to this? To me, it's much more than just sex. Sex is only a small part of it. I missed out on all those cherished little moments of friendship and excitement. I just can't get over it. No matter what I do, no matter how I cope, it just gets worse and hurts more. This life is so unfair, someone has it all while someone else doesn't have anything. What's the point of enduring this lonely hell? Another summer is coming, another tour of suffering and rotting. I can't stand teenagers for this very reason. They remind me of my lost, priceless youth. I want to kill myself.
How did it come to this? To me, it's much more than just sex. Sex is only a small part of it. I missed out on all those cherished little moments of friendship and excitement. I just can't get over it. No matter what I do, no matter how I cope, it just gets worse and hurts more. This life is so unfair, someone has it all while someone else doesn't have anything. What's the point of enduring this lonely hell? Another summer is coming, another tour of suffering and rotting. I can't stand teenagers for this very reason. They remind me of my lost, priceless youth. I want to kill myself.