Quite recently, I had a seizure. This seizure kind of threw my mind out of wack, because I remember before passing out thinking about how I didn’t want to die. What really gets to me is that this is sort of the opposite of what I think I want. I always think about how people’s lives would be better without me. Do I subconciously want to live? I have been thinking about this ever since I had the seizure.
I’m really sorry if none of this makes sense.
Every day it seems to get worse. I get these thoughts mainly at night. As I lie in bed all I can think about is how I can’t see myself finding anyone.
I don’t have real ‘friends.’ I used to believe that I did, but it seems as if every ‘friend’ I’ve had ends up joining everyone else in making fun of me.
I try to be nice to people and help them out with their problems. Many people come to me about relationship advice. Me. The guy who can barely get a girl to even look in his direction. They come to me. And the […]
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