Well, first of all I felt like I didn't have any friends I could confide about the way I was feeling and I felt like if I did people would think I was weird and just really lonely. So I started writing a diary, mainly because I wanted to know why I was so depressed and angry... surely it had started somewhere, right?
I went through periods at just being angry at everyone and everything. I had no hope that my life would ever get better and I guess I was bitter for everyone my age or younger that had managed to have a 'successful' teenage years with all their friends and relationships being so great.
Writing a diary helped me understand why I was so depressed and angry, it was because I was lonely but not because I didn't have anyone but because, due to my upbringing, I learnt to push people away. I learnt to give people a reason to leave since they were going to anyway. I even learnt that the way I felt was actually a cycle - sometimes I would be happy and content (this would very rarely happen), then I would get depressed about not having anyone, then I would be bitter. My mood changed all the time and I thought I was bipolar.
Then I realised my life was never going to get any better because, since I had never had anyone, if I did manage to get someone interested in me I would probably get clingy on them and that pushes people away too. *Cue suicidal state*
I stopped coming on TSR so often and I cut contact with anyone who was in a relationship because I didn't want to be reminded that I had no-one and that I would probably never get anyone. I spent all my time going to the gym, revising, updating my diary or working. I didn't want to feel like I was part of this world.
Then I got to uni and I thought it was a chance for me to start over my life. I wanted to feel like I could be the popular girl and I was just taking every opportunity to meet people and have a good time. I then got a boyfriend and it wasn't the best experience of my life. He was constantly pushing me to lose my virginity and because he was so nice to me, I felt inadequate. I felt like there was something wrong with me for not wanting to lose it to him. He eventually broke it off because he was tired of waiting.
I was fine after that but a year later, I got the same depressive symptoms again. I had no motivation to do anything and I was just upset all the time. One guy took advantage of that and asked me out on a date. And then it was like the sun had just come out for me. I was happy again. Then I realised all he wanted was sex.
That's when it got me. I realised this is all guys this age want. They're just thinking with their dicks, they can get into relationships but have no intention of being in it for the future. I don't want to be just another piece of meat so I refuse to have sex with some guy who doesn't have that long-term mentality like I do. And I also realised that people are not reliable and I am done waiting for someone to make me feel happy. I want to be responsible for my own happiness. I want to be in control of my feelings all the time. And I have been happy ever since.
If I want something, I buy it. I don't wait for Christmas, I don't wait my birthday, I just make it happen. If I want to eat something, I'll cook/bake it or buy it from somewhere I know they do it right. That's how I live my life now - if I want something, I make sure I get it. I must say this has made me a bit of a loner because I know I am the source of my happiness, I don't want anyone else around. I don't care for people or friends. If I have them, good. If I don't have them, I'm good too. And my friends love hanging out with me because I'm always the life of the party.
And you're welcome to PM me anytime if you want to talk
Read the 7th paragraph lol