Since my youth I've had an active mind but kept it all in my head. After I dropped out of school I began talking to myself much more and, years later, now have full conversations with myself in public. I try to keep it to a minimum but can't help at least mouthing my words. Beyond that, I literally have an imaginary wife. I'll tell her stupid jokes which make her laugh, hold her hand, have full conversations with her, tell her how much I love her... It is all so sad... I'll often plan outings, such as tonight, that will inevitably never occur with her or my equally nonexistent friends. I know the timetables, what I would've worn, what we would've discussed, ate, did, and saw. The amazing outing would've ended with a beautiful sunset. It would've been a great time with anyone and I wouldn't mind even doing it alone if people didn't mock me either to my face or in their thoughts.
I don't think I can carry on anymore brocels; This year might be my last. I promised myself I'd make it to 30 in case anything changes, but lets be honest, it was probably over before it began. You don't end up an ugly retard that fails every development milestone and somehow rebound in life. I've come to accept I wasn't meant for the world. No matter how much I try or cry, nothing changes. I want to declare here that if I go a year without posting it is because I killed myself. Thanks for reading KetamineAddictYoda's most depressing post yet.
I don't think I can carry on anymore brocels; This year might be my last. I promised myself I'd make it to 30 in case anything changes, but lets be honest, it was probably over before it began. You don't end up an ugly retard that fails every development milestone and somehow rebound in life. I've come to accept I wasn't meant for the world. No matter how much I try or cry, nothing changes. I want to declare here that if I go a year without posting it is because I killed myself. Thanks for reading KetamineAddictYoda's most depressing post yet.
