Basically I am in a situation I cannot describe. Just read below and hopefully it'll flow through and you can suss what's wrong. I can't for the life of me.
About me
It was at the start of uni and my social skills were dire. I just could not understand or even comprehend how to talk and get on with people. How did they do it? Everyone clicked with each other instantly - or so it seemed at least. Everywhere I went around uni, people were in their groups completely normal like it was second nature. Guys, play fighting with their guy mates, flirting with their girl mates, just getting along so well, so suspiciously well. Then there was me. I was, or am, quite plainly a retard. I am an idiot, a fool, a moron, and ridiculously retarded. I am an average looking guy, the least I could get was some average looking friends, couldn't I? I'd love that. Just some friends after years of not knowing how friendships, or people, work would be nice. It would be great. But no. I am a social retard with the social skills of an weasel. I moved like one too. I behaved like one. Sometimes I even smelled like that dead weasel. I became that weasel. That was my persona at university, the place that was going to change my life around in an instant, the place that was going to allow me to be who I really was inside, the guy trapped behind this indestructible wall that was social interaction, the guy begging to know how to get past it and show himself to the world. But no. I hadn't found it. Not in 18 years of life. I could dominate every GCSE, excel in every A level, complete a 150 page monstrosity of coursework, achieve a 2:1 in every assignment so far. But I couldn't even crack the simple rules of communication with another human. Even my ******* Down's Syndrome cousin Erin could do this one. I truly was a retarded human being. I still am. Because here I am, nearing the end of my first year of university. Not ventured into a club since fresher's week. Not bought a pint in months. No friends at all. **** all societies I could join. Too scared to join the gym. And still, not even had a ******* conversation with a girl. Pathetic. I have no life other than... sleeping, eating, occasionally appearing in some lectures just to daydream of a better life, and the internet. I have nothing going on in my life. And I want to change this. I have only just started discovering new worlds, through the internet, overflowing with the precious information I can use to sculpt every aspect of my personality into who I want to be, who I am. Also thanks to The Pirate Bay and uTorrent.
The situation:
This is the mission I have embarked on. Over the next 6 months I will be moulding and shaping every aspect of myself into who I want to be. Who I need to be. This sudden change of heart comes from one girl. A stranger. A random. She has the power to change my life, and she hasn't even acknowledged my existence yet. We have only been within 4 foot distance of each other, yet she has inspired me to change my life. To live my life happy. I really cannot get my head around it. I think I must be going crazy.
The girl:
This is the strangest and baffling part. She's barely average looking. I have no idea on her personality, so that's out of the scene for now. She has made me need to improve every part of my life. All I have done is glanced at her. Yet here I am, in this situation, about to take control of my life, for once. She is barely average. She has bigger shoulders than her hips (unattractive), she has a little mousey face (unattractive), she has small squint eyes, a small head, shallow forehead, big nose, and skin that looks thin and dirty. She's 18 and about 5'8. This description makes portrays her having similar features as a witch. Yet I instantly fell in love with her. As if we are soul mates perfect for each other. Is this possible? Do looks have substance in this respect? I cannot get this girl who I know nothing about out of my head. I'm going out of my head. Has she put a spell on me? No, I'm not worth ****. Why is this happening though? Is it God? The Cosmos? The Navi? My future? My destiny? Or is this my subconscious trying to kick start me back into a life with meaning and purpose. I'd always had ambition. I thrive of being successful. I enjoy it. I love it. Satisfaction. Attention. Worship. I think I need these to survive, yet I am holding myself back from these with my social retardation. Do I crave these so much I am telling myself to wake up and get out there and do I rationalise these thoughts into stimuli from the world around me? WHY DO I LOVE THIS GIRL FOR NO REASON?!
Should I go talk to her? I can I know how, and I'm cool with meeting new people and I'm really eager to meet his one. She is so intriguing. Kind of like how the Vampire likes that girl in Twilight because he can't read her mind. That's kind of what it's like. Insane random feelings for no reason - is that normal?
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I actually think I'm going insane. I haven't slept in 3 days. Haven't eaten at all today. I feel to surreal and in my own reality right now it's really cracking me up. I can't handle this. It's driving me nuts. I've always been able to keep on top of everything, control everything, but my life, these feelings, this feeling of being lost. I don't even know who I am. I've never discovered myself. Maybe I'm trying to invent the person I'd like to be rather than who I thought I was on the inside. What do I do? I'm actually going bat **** insane.
I don't even know the point of this any more. Just give me opinions and help, people, please. What do you make of this situation? I'm completely lost. I have no idea what's what or where to go. I have exams to revise for too. This couldn't have come at a worse time. Nor could it have come at a better time. ****! What am I doing?
My mind is running overtime. I'm constantly thinking. Thinking about 10 things at once. I start to pace as I think about everything. I keep thinking I cannot stop it. It's killing me. I keep getting these profound thoughts about everything. Myself, my life, the future, my future, how I want to live, my success. I think I have developed Megalomania. I can't stop it. I must be going crazy. All thanks to that stupid girl. She made me go mad. Or it was me. No, I need to do this. I must. Should I? Who will I be if I am successful, or if I fail and lose everything, or if I continue to be who I portray myself as now. I think I've gone crazier than when I first started writing this. That was 2 hours ago. And my stomach is really hurting. I need food but I don't want it. What is happening to me? I'm just going to flip in a minute. It's getting too much.
I keep hearing music too. And talking. But I think these are just from my Insomnia, I hope they are. I'm not a schizophrenic. But I fear I may become a Sociopath.