Just wanted to post to vent. I might come back and think about this and re-tpe it in the hopes that I get some answers.
All my life I've been depressive and a miserable git. My firt memory is telling boh my parents its a certainity theyre going to die.
I'm thick - Ive always tried to read and to learn but I just don't put 2 and 2 together as fast as others and I make stupid oversights that fresia me over utterly.
I've got no friends - I had some who didn't mind how quiet I was becaus for a bit I was funny and nice enough to them that it didn't matter, but recently since trying to be more assertive I've lost all the kind, clumsiness that was the only good thing about me.
I'm completely none assertive - Ive been trying to teach for almost a year but people just don't listen to me,I look like a jokey awkward scarecrow when i move, my instructions are never clear and I always trip over my own lesson plan because Ive made massive oversights. Every other lesson is a process of helpers lookingbemused/pitiful as thy watch me fresia up and dissapear into a ball in the corner.
My life has got to the low now that I absent myself from most of it and just drift through fresia ups that I'm responsible for as if I'm not really there.
I'm still frighened of death but only because I love landcapes, I do keep trying to do better but I just don't seem to have it in me.
My only dream at the moment i to find a place to squat alone - but realistically it's cold and there's a lot of ppl out there that'd fresia me over. If I cant cope in everyday life how would I cope with smackheads? I can't cope anymore all I want to do is drink or get stoned but they don't help me out.(they're not the root of my problems either I don't do either that much normally).
Dunno where to go from here, I've been waiting to hit the bottom all my life but people keep giving me chances and I'm barely even half hearted about taking them up anymore. I don't want to die but only sleep and look at landscapes. ******* hate who I am and everything about what I've made of my life. I've wasted so many chnces over and over again. FML.
All my life I've been depressive and a miserable git. My firt memory is telling boh my parents its a certainity theyre going to die.
I'm thick - Ive always tried to read and to learn but I just don't put 2 and 2 together as fast as others and I make stupid oversights that fresia me over utterly.
I've got no friends - I had some who didn't mind how quiet I was becaus for a bit I was funny and nice enough to them that it didn't matter, but recently since trying to be more assertive I've lost all the kind, clumsiness that was the only good thing about me.
I'm completely none assertive - Ive been trying to teach for almost a year but people just don't listen to me,I look like a jokey awkward scarecrow when i move, my instructions are never clear and I always trip over my own lesson plan because Ive made massive oversights. Every other lesson is a process of helpers lookingbemused/pitiful as thy watch me fresia up and dissapear into a ball in the corner.
My life has got to the low now that I absent myself from most of it and just drift through fresia ups that I'm responsible for as if I'm not really there.
I'm still frighened of death but only because I love landcapes, I do keep trying to do better but I just don't seem to have it in me.
My only dream at the moment i to find a place to squat alone - but realistically it's cold and there's a lot of ppl out there that'd fresia me over. If I cant cope in everyday life how would I cope with smackheads? I can't cope anymore all I want to do is drink or get stoned but they don't help me out.(they're not the root of my problems either I don't do either that much normally).
Dunno where to go from here, I've been waiting to hit the bottom all my life but people keep giving me chances and I'm barely even half hearted about taking them up anymore. I don't want to die but only sleep and look at landscapes. ******* hate who I am and everything about what I've made of my life. I've wasted so many chnces over and over again. FML.