Hello everyone. This is my first ever post on this website, and it is quite embarrassing for me to post anything. It makes me feel very exposed, but never mind, needs must!
I should probably say that Clarentine is not my real name and I don't have any children yet, sadly.
Also, I must say that I am NOT suicidal and would never ever commit suicide. So please don't worry. I'd hate to think of anyone worrying about me in that way; I wouldn't want to cause anyone a moment's uneasiness on that account. I would never do it because it is against my beliefs and also I just wouldn't do it to my family and anyway I am not suicidal anyway.
I just wanted to say the above, just because some of the things I am going to say might seem a bit extreme, I don't know. But you don't need to worry about anything like that.
Okay, so to start. Nothing really bad has ever happened to me. I've not been through any terrible trauma or anything horrible. In that way, I've been very lucky. My parents do their best for me and we get on. However, I seem to be good enough at making myself miserable without needing any particular reason.
This has been the worst year of my life, for reasons I cannot go into, really. Suffice it to say that I am mid twenties and have not had any real life friends for maybe ten years, maybe even longer. I can't even really remember. Even though I went to university and lived away from home during that time, it was the loneliest time of my life.
I did have a boyfriend, quite briefly (initiated by me), but it fizzled out. I do not think he liked me very much. Well anyway, this is a bit of a private subject which I should probably not mention, but we never slept together, even though I was in my late teens and he was early twenties when we were together. Neither of us were religious at that time.
I have never kissed any other guy or man, apart from him, and even that was six years ago now. I can't even remember what it was like now, really.
Unfortunately, I think there might be something wrong with me, which means that people cannot like me. I mean platonic friends, not just guys. I am not very good looking at all, in fact sadly I think I am quite the reverse. However, though this is a source of sadness for me (I do actually have something physically a bit wrong with me, it's not just my imagination), I don't actually think it is that, that is holding people back. The reason for that is, that I have had several platonic friendships and something a bit more with people online, with people I never met, and they all ended up not liking me in the end either.
Sometimes I think it is actually kind of funny in a sad way. I can sort of laugh to myself and say "oh well!" and other times I can say to myself over and over, "Oh my God, ain't it awful?!" and kind of laugh hysterically. Well anyway, it is very hurtful some of the things that have happened over the years.
I have been on an anti-depressant for most of this year so far. It has 'worked' in that before I was crying every day and having days off work because I was so upset, whereas now I can kind of function and I don't feel too bad. It's a lonely life, but it's not AGONY. You do kind of get used to it; it's just so sad!
It's hard though because I just don't know.....I know this sounds stupid but I would like to have some true friends and to be a friend to someone and make them happy. It is very painful to think, you know...well, I just feel like honestly, I would never deliberately do anything to hurt anybody. I couldn't bear the thought of causing anyone any pain. Unfortunately, this doesn't seem to come across. I don't even know.
I should probably say that at the moment I am technically unemployed. I'm not on sick or anything; just don't have a job. However, this is very unusual for me and extremely recent. Normally I have always worked.
I just wanted to write something down on the computer and see what people honestly think. It is kind of a last resort to have someone to talk to. Oh, I am on waiting list for counselling too, if anyone was going to ask. It is just.....I don't even know how to express it. I am going to likely be alive for another fifty years at least and it is tragic to think that I am not enjoying it at all and that there is always this sadness hanging over me, when I have no excuse whatsoever really. When you think of some of the things people have to suffer!
Thanks for reading if you got this far. I send my best wishes to everybody.