Hi,
OK, so I'm a bit confused at the moment. Don't feel tired, don't really feel like much, I just know that somethings wrong.
First, a quick overview of my life – however melodramatic that sounds – I’ve had a pretty average secondary education, wasn’t bullied much but I was never the most popular kid either. I had one confidence shattering experience where a girl told me to ask her out in front of the class to ‘prove I fancied her’ then said no. Then when we left school, my best friend started seeing a girl I’d fancied for ages, and didn’t tell me – he let me find out by kissing her one day in front of me, and never said a word like sorry. I took it quite badly, and, being a teenager spent 6 months very confused, being best friends one day and having arguments with them both the next. It came to a head when I realised I couldn’t carry on – I didn’t even care about her any more, I just felt betrayed. I decided to bury it, and did – we’re still good friends, although I live somewhere else (at uni in a different city) so I don’t actually talk to them much anymore.
Went to college (incidentally the same girl I just mentioned convinced me to go to a college in town, as opposed to the one down the road, and then dropped out after 6 weeks). I think this was quite a confidence inspiring moment, and I made some very good friends, who I still text weekly, and see regularily when I’m back home. I fancied a few girls while I was at college, but non of them were interested back.
Still with me? Finally, got to university, and made friends pretty quickly, although a common problem of making an awful first impression was beginning to dawn upon me. I’m now in my second year, with more friends around me than ever before.
So, in summary I’ve never had problems making friends. I’ve never had a relationship (although been rejected plenty of times, which is why I’ve given up), but I can cope with it – I’ve had some pretty bad experiences, but nothing awful, and in general, from the outside, I have a good life. I paint a smile on if theres a problem, and I’ve learned to repress everything that bugs me – everyone knows me as the ‘happy one’ which I’m fine with. As part of this, I’ve prepared myself for the fact that its a probablilty that I’ll end up alone, purely based on past experience.
With this in mind, everything was fine until Monday when I met a girl on a night out, who I was being friendly with (she was one of my coursemates friends) who asked me for my number at the end of the night – I got hers, and texted her on Wednesday and she never texted back. I’m really starting to struggle – its like a burst dam, I’ve spent the week painting a smile on my face, pretending I’m absolutely fine, but for the first time in years I was close to crying. On Thursday night, I tried to talk to my housemate about it, and got as far as telling her I was depressed – I never get depressed and she seemed like she wanted to talk, but then she had to leave me to talk to her friend, and spent the rest of the night talking about her own problems with someone else. I also spoke to another of my friends boyfriends – who, when I said I was feeling a bit depressed told me he was too because his friend was found in the Thames this morning.
I know I’m being selfish – I’ve always put other people first, but I’m starting to realise that my coping strategies aren’t working. I realised I’m always the last to find out things, and always via the fact that its become public knowledge before it gets to me. – Everyone in my house seems to talk to each other about serious personal stuff, but they never talk to me about it. I used to think I could handle being lonely for a long time, but I’m not sure I can, and worst of all, I don’t know how to talk to any of the people around me – not that they could make that much of a difference. I guess I hope that posting this, typing it all out in word will help me a bit, and it might in the morning...
If you’ve got this far, thankyou for reading – and if not, thankyou for trying!