About 3 years ago I started talking to a girl who I had met on an internet forum, we had plenty in common. Naturally we shared phone numbers and we started talking for hours on the phone to each other. Strange as it sounds I fell in love with her (badly) and I started to care for her, those feelings were intensified when we met. Unfortunately despite sharing several kisses, she did not feel the same about me as I did about her and she did not want a relationship and was reluctant to see me again. I was so mortified by this that I did try to kill my self, unfortunately I failed. Several months went by then I was arrested for a trivial crime (by that I mean I did not harm/hurt/deprive anyone but myself) and when the day came for me to be sentenced, I got a short(ish) prison sentence. Due to the slow turning cogs of the UK 'justice' system, it took the case at least 18 months to come to court, by which my life was on hold for that that amount of time and I did not do anything productive but simply hold down some trivial jobs.
I have now been discharged and have came out of the whole thing relatively unscathed physically, but mentally I am screwed up. I feel morbidly lonely, I have diagnosed myself with manic depression, paranoia and thus (possibly) schizophrenia. Since I was released I have become a recluse and don't go out until I really have to, I have lost all my friends and the only things I get pleasure from in life are playing my guitar (classical acoustic) and drawing/painting. I have gone down hill from there, there are days when I feel like killing myself and days when I feel really up-beat and quite positive. I have started stealing codeine phosphate tablets and taking large quantities to experience the narcotic effects, which I enjoy, which makes me feel like buying and smoking heroin to feel a proper opiate kick. However, yesterday I went to the shops, bought a bottle of wine, a bottle absinthe (vincent van gogh the greatest, my fav. artist - he used to like a few dabs of absinthe!) and some lager and drank. After I had drank the wine, I started thinking of the girl who I met years ago and started crying, it really hurt. I thought about her (won't go into details), how she could have changed my miserable life, and how much I still love her. The alcohol just intensified the memories I have of her, how she broke my ****ing heart, and how I can't get over her.
Mainly I just can't see a future for myself, I have even accepted that when I have painted and drew enough pictures that if my life does not change, I will kill myself (like the great vincent), I have accepted it and it makes me feel contempt. I know that I just really need a girlfriend because I have never had a proper relationship (I also know that I won't meet anyone being on my own all day, but getting out of this rut is difficult) and thus somebody to talk to, I feel so damn lonely, no one even knows I exist anymore, I just wanted to tell somebody. I don’t know where to go or what to do, I'm helpless, maybe another persons point of view can help.
Thanks for listening.